The biggest, burliest, most handsome man ever is staring at me.I give him my number, then find out he was not looking at me, but at the woman behind me.A woman who shows up dead the next morning.I tell myself it couldn't be him. It's all just a coincidence.Then he shows up at my doorstep.Just my luck the first man to call me back is a hitman.Hired killer or not, I can't deny the attraction.Turns out I like my man possessive and a bit too much obsessed with me.Is this my happy ending, or the beginning of the end?