But there's one truth I definitely grasp: Eila Storm is the one for me. She's wild and unpredictable and that usually sends me into a tailspin, yet I'm drawn to her like rain to a drainpipe. Eila gets me in a way nobody ever has, but she's also chaos incarnate-determined to start an urban farm on an abandoned lot ... without permits. The problem? Once I know she never filed the paperwork, I can't look away. I don't know how to turn off my rigid need to follow the rules, even if that means shutting down her business. She says I'm choking her like a weed. So how can I let things go to earn her trust? She supercharges my central nervous system when I'm usually allergic to surprise. I crave her fiery passion more than the comfort of standard operating procedures. I just need a little help to rewrite my own code so I can wrap Eila in understanding...and my arms.