From the moment I heard Reagan’s voice, I’ve been intrigued. I’m not known for sentimentality. In fact, quite the opposite. I’m cold, professional, calculating.

At least I was until I heard her voice. Until I saw her face. Until I began experiencing life in Reagan’s light. Now I’m obsessed, and I want to show her I can be more than a cold, unfeeling billionaire. But to get close to her, I have to hide who I am. When she discovers my true identity, will she run?