I know a broken man when I see one.

And I'm going to fix him if it's the last thing I do.

Jake blew into town on a storm of rage and pain. It rattled my shutters. It rattled my world.

His world is already in tatters.

One disastrous mission in the Marine Corps, and the Marine with the unforgettable eyes was wounded beyond repair.

Not if I have anything to do with it.

I'm not supposed to get cute with the locals. I'm especially not supposed to spend my patrol shifts circling the bar Jake built downtown. But there's something about his jagged edges that perfectly match mine. And the more I see, the more I want.

I'm taking down his walls one brick at a time.

All he has to do is let me in, and I swear…

…it's going to be magic.