Love ruined Jared Beckett. Now, it's his turn.

I'm not one to mince words. I only have one use for females, being burned one too many times. Hit it and quit it. Now, get out of my life. I wasn't always this way. In high school, I was somewhat shy, but I thought I met The One. She was my every waking thought until she stomped on my heart, destroying me. I've never recovered.

Returning to Annapolis to temporarily live with my dad is no joy, especially when my past heartache slams into me, drudging up the bitterness. However, I'm an expert at building walls, figurative and literal. Yet, finding out she never learned to drive because of an accident years ago, I nearly break my neck, offering to teach her. Giving her the keys ensures I'm in control this time, even if it's not in the driver's seat. It's not an invitation to my life, but to my bed or, hell, my back seat, nailing her to get my once and done and never again, no matter how much she begs for more. I need to hurt her as she crushed me. I refuse to be her victim a second time. Juvenile, maybe, but she created this vengeful and unfeeling monster, and my payback is years overdue.