How did I become a washed-up lawyer at the ripe age of twenty-six? I'll tell you. Connor Freaking Quinn. AKA, the devil himself. When he shows up at my new job to apologize, I'd just as soon torture him than talk to him. It's entertaining, but it doesn't change the past. And that's what I've been trying to do for the last four months. I have to get back into law. The problem is, the longer I'm away from the courtroom, I can't help but realize I prefer a much different court. The reason for our feud? It's simple, really. I need a distraction, and fighting with Maddie is the perfect way to keep my mind off the stress from the last couple years. Messed up, I know. I'll admit, I took it too far. I didn't mean to start that rumor, but I ruined her life anyway. I have to fix things for her. If only she will talk to me. I miss her cute glares and snide remarks - maybe I should consider therapy. The guilt isn't the only thing keeping me around, though. And the longer I try to get her to talk to me, the harder it is to stay away.