<I>Sam:</I> I can read women better than any blueprint. I understand their secret desires and insecurities and I know how to get rid of them once I get off. But all bets are off when Tiel Desai slams into my life. I can't read the gorgeous conservatory-trained violinist but she's the only one keeping me from shattering by small degrees and I can't let her go.<br><br><br><br><I>Tiel:</I> My past-and New Jersey-are far behind me and now my life is blissfully full of music: playing teaching and lecturing and scouring Boston's underground scene with an annoyingly beautiful troubled tattooed architect. I'm defenseless against his rooftop kisses and his deep demanding voice. I have Sam Walsh stuck in my head like a song on repeat and I'm happy pretending that history won't catch up with me.