At first glance, Sawyer Tolland is a "bad boy" if ever there was one.
Trouble with a capital T.
I've had my fair share of trouble to last a lifetime. It's the reason I'm in Creek Valley.
Everywhere I go, Sawyer shows up, his brooding expression constantly analyzing me. He thinks he knows me, can read me, can see past the mask I wear. Not that he'll ever find out what I'm hiding. My past is locked up tightly in a box without a key. Under the grumpy exterior hides a complicated man, and I'm having trouble reconciling his many sides. Because the man beneath his facade is a man I could use in my corner, the only one who holds the key to unlocking my secrets. If only I was a girl who had something more to offer than the scars of a horrible past.