Michael:
Two years ago, I made a mistake, a big one. Then I added a couple more just for good measure. I screwed up my life, but I survived. Now I have the opportunity for a fresh start. Two years in NZ. Away from the LA gossip, a chance to breathe, to rebuild my life. But Iâm taking a new set of rules with me.
I donât do relationships.
I donât do commitment.
I donât do white picket fences.
And I especially donât do arrogant, holier-than-thou, smoking hot K9 officers who walk into my ER and rock my world.
Josh:
One thing for certain, Dr. Michael Oliver is an arrogant, untrustworthy player, and I barely survived the last one of those. He might be gorgeous, but my daughter takes number one priority. I wonât risk her being hurt, again. Iâm a solo dad, a K9 cop and a son to pain-in-the-arse parents.
I donât have time for games.
I donât have time for taking chances.
I donât have time for more complications in my life.
And I sure as hell donât have time for the infuriating Dr. Michael Oliver, however damn sexy he is.