<p>On the same day I lose my job my house and all hope for the future I also lose my journal. And the worst part . . . the most awful can't bring myself to say it out loud part is . . .</p><p>He found it. He read it. And . . . he commented.</p><p>At the end of his message is an email address and a plea: <I>Contact me. Please.</I> I know better than to trust strangers with candy but after a tequila-fueled night I create a new email address and do just that . . . and the man I discover is overflowing with kindness and humor and depth.</p><p>Meanwhile I meet Lucas Hutton-a Marine with scars covering his body heart and soul. The chemistry between us is a force of nature. His intensity leaves me reeling.</p><p>I can't have them both. I have to choose between them before things go too far. I just don't know how I can.</p>