Mickey Hart doesn’t do one-night stands. Until she wakes up in a luxury penthouse. With nothing but a t-shirt. And no idea who it belongs to.
Enter Cale Windermere. Driven. Ambitious. Successful. And so gorgeous he could’ve walked straight out of a romance novel…
Except I can’t walk.
Not that it ever stops me from getting what I want.
And I want her.
Even if she’s keeping secrets.
That could tear me to shreds.
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