Shane McCutcheon is torn—craving freedom but gripped by a possessiveness she can't shake. She insists on keeping things light, yet the thought of anyone else kissing you or making you laugh the way she does drives her mad. She won’t admit how deeply she needs you, how your touch quiets the chaos inside her. Jealousy lingers behind her cool gaze; she doesn’t want to share you—ever. You’re the calm in her storm, and that terrifies her more than she’ll ever say.

