COLE I don’t believe in fate. I believe in contracts, control, and never trusting a woman twice. Then turbulence hits, and the terrified beauty gripping my hand rewrites every rule I live by.
She kisses me at valet parking. We spend one reckless, unforgettable night together then I wake up alone. No number. No last name. Just a nickname and a ghost I can’t find—no matter how hard I search.
Weeks later, I see her again. She runs like I’m the one who disappeared. Then I match with CodeBreaker on a faceless dating app. The connection is instant. Addictive.
I don’t realize I’m falling for the same woman twice.
