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?
