When a traumatized graphic artist bumps into a handsome widower, he’s more than ready to let sparks fly, but there’s no way she can put her past behind her to let him in. Leah might’ve convinced herself she was holding it all together if it weren’t for the devilish nightmares. She escaped a harsh background, survived hard times, and is fine, thank you, working from home. Alone. (Who needs friends, co-workers, or a man, when you’ve got Netflix and a vibrator?) Drew is a nice guy. Sure, he had one tough knock, but he was able to heal, and now he just about radiates goodness. He’s an EMT and an associate deacon. Could he be any more angelic? Guys like him don’t belong with people who are as deeply broken as Leah. Fate throws them together, but is Drew enough to keep secrets from Leah’s past from tearing them apart?