A decent man would have let her go after our one-night stand, but I'm not decent.
Three years ago, Kennedy Mclane saw the real me after we had sex. She saw the ruthless attorney who gets clients—yes, even the guilty ones—off on technicalities. She glimpsed my heart of stone and ran in the other direction, because I'm everything she shouldn't want.
For three long years, I've waited for my good girl to turn bad. 'Cause when she does, it won't matter if she's ready for me, or if she can take it. Hard. We have unfinished business, and I've been more than fair. She'll probably hate me by the end of all this. But I don't care anymore. I'm going to get her out of my system, one way or another.