I don't do love triangles. Hell, I don't do women. I've learned that lesson the hard way. I get in. I get out. I do what I have to do. But then I meet them-two of them. They're completely different, but both perfect. One is soft and sweet-beautiful in a way that takes your breath away. The other is wild and crazy-the kind that makes your soul spark back to life. Both of them speak to me. Both of them want me. I'm in the middle of a mess, and with my own demons, I don't know how to fight my way out of it. When the situation becomes dangerous, I have no choice but to protect them both. And in doing that, I expose myself, and them, to very real pain. And there they are, looking at me with those incredible eyes, both saying...Me, please?