On the same day I lose my job, my house, and all hope for the future, I also lose my journal. And the worst part . . . the most awful, can't bring myself to say it out loud part is . . .

He found it. He read it. And . . . he commented.

At the end of his message is an email address and a plea: Contact me. Please. I know better than to trust strangers with candy, but, after a tequila-fueled night, I create a new email address and do just that . . . and the man I discover is overflowing with kindness and humor and depth.

Meanwhile, I meet Lucas Hutton-a Marine with scars covering his body, heart, and soul. The chemistry between us is a force of nature. His intensity leaves me reeling.

I can't have them both. I have to choose between them before things go too far. I just don't know how I can.