The first time I met her, she was running away from her own wedding.The second time I met her, she tried to get me fired from my job.The third time? I had to haul her drunk self off the bar before she completed her amateur - and hot as hell - striptease.She's messy, chaos in human form, and not at all who she claims to be. Everything I've worked so hard for depends on her not screwing things up for me. I should run, not walk, away from her, but all I want to do is strip her layers until I get to the...heart - yeah, that's what I was going to say - of who she really is. I may be smart, but love might be the most clever of us all.