I SAT IN MY car for a good minute, just staring at the building in front of me, all the while being aware that the men Sinclair had assigned to watch me were probably wondering what the hell we were doing here. My hands are gripping the wheel tightly as if it can keep me centered and keep me from pulling out of this parking lot and letting my life go on the way it always has. I've come to accept my demons. I've come to accept the fact that I will never be in love, that the whole concept of "relationships" just doesn't apply to me. I'm okay with that. I've learned to live with that hole in my heart. The idea of it suddenly being gone scares me a little. The idea of this woman—Melissa—being able to help me fix this makes my palms slick with sweat.
And yet, the idea of her looking into me an
