Something about Nick O'Malley gives my middle finger a boner - despite his sexy Irish accent, which seems to give my nips boners (but that's beside the point). I'm not sure why I can't stand him. It might be the man bun. Or the arrogant way he speaks to me. Maybe it's the way he looks at me like he's starving, and I'm an irresistible snack cake. Well, F that! I might be small and delicious, but I am not on the menu - for him or anyone else. When my naughty pup causes a slight fender bender, the cocky dog trainer claims he knows just what I need, and much to my dismay, he's right. And if you ever tell him I said that, I'll junk punch you. But now, the more time I spend with him, the more I start to see a different side of him. Maybe all those explosive words between us were more like fireworks. I can't act on this simmering attraction, no matter how tempting it may be. Aside from being off the D, the threatening text messages and unwanted "gifts" showing up remind me why staying clear of Nick is necessary. He's not safe if he's stays because a stupid accident from my past is still haunting me. Except Nick doesn't back away from threats. And shockingly enough, he has a protective side I find incredibly hot. But the longer he stays with me, the more danger he's in. I may have dented his bumper, but I can't risk the damage I'll do to his life... or his heart.