
Falling in love was asking for trouble.
Meeting a hot professor at my best friend's wedding has hookup written all over it.
Dammit it if he isn’t unexpectedly charming, making me want to abandon one-night stand plans for something more.
But dammit again if he doesn’t run off mid-kiss like a fugitive from Cinderella’s pumpkin coach.
That’s because he’s got a curfew as part of his house arrest for insider trading. Oh well, I’ll never see him again anyway.
Except that he shows up at my office—at my new job where I’ve just been made a law partner.
Turns out, he’s my newest client and he may be guilty of all kinds of things. Would it be a crime if he steals my heart?
I can’t sit still, so when I’m not hiking, biking or running, I’m playing a very average game of tennis. Background music for writing undoubtedly features some U2, Lizzo, Billy Joel, Pink, Taylor Swift, and Led Zeppelin. Not necessarily in that order. And if I could only eat one food group, it would be cheese. Or wine. Or bread. Are those food groups? Whatever.