Tripp Garza is the man of my dreams. Too bad he can't stand my guts. With good reason-I'm no saint. Over the years, I've stayed out of his way and accepted his dislike as penance for my sins. But when life as I know it is flipped on its head and I'm in desperate need of help, he's the one who's willing to give it. He barely tolerates me, still he's willing to swallow fire for me. Walk the jagged edge of death for me. Tripp Garza was the man of my dreams. Now, he's my beautiful nightmare. And I wouldn't have it any other way.