The first time I got married, I watched the man I love walk away from me. The second time around, I'm the one signing the dotted line first-this one a man who I realized I never loved. Once burned, twice broken, I'm done looking for love. Only my first ex-husband seems to be everywhere I turn-at my work, with my friends, and eventually...in my bed. I didn't mean for it to happen. Twice. But I know if I don't protect my heart, there will be nothing left of me if he walks away again without telling me why he did so in the first place. I don't know if I can trust this new version of ourselves or if it's merely the heat between us striking hot. After all, second chances only exist in my dreams. And there's no such thing as a second chance husband.