. Okay, it was impulsive, but it was a good opportunity, and Heath put in as much money as I did. We were equal partners. Until he made an unauthorized withdrawal. It's not like he absconded to another country with the money. No, he sunk every dime into a investment. In my defense, I was vulnerable when we met, and Heath was only supposed to be my rebound guy. I never dreamed I'd have to financially rebound from him. So now, while he's busy hawking snake oil, trying to grow his downline, I'm out here just trying to maintain my sanity, stay on top of my game for my sales job, and keep our juice bar afloat. But there's always time for vengeance. Heath stole my money; I'll take his beloved personal trainer. It's a start. Wick puts my body through the wringer, in the gym and out, but he's so not my type. His storm-cloud eyes might see right through me, and his filthy mouth definitely takes my mind off my troubles for a while, but there is not a more arrogant man in the world. Like I said, so not my type. So, why do I keep seeing him?