I met him in the city of love. He whooshed by with his perfect little daughter. I turned around. And it took him a minute to steal my heart. He towered over me with his flawlessly sculpted face. Rich, powerful, and a doting father. My nasty luck with men told me that he was too good to be true. I wanted to turn back around. To run for my life. But guess what? I stayed and shook his hand instead. His mahogany eyes met mine. Everything went from wrong...