I had a plan. And it was solid. Mostly. Hide how I used to be a spoiled rich girl from everybody in my new life. Easy-peasy. Until HE walks in the door. Ryker Rossi isn't my type. He's six-foot-six inches of bad boy sexy. I shouldn't want him. He has trouble written all over him, and trouble is the last thing I need. But then he looks at me as if I'm the answer to all his problems. How...