Its Not You, Its Me. . . For Gabby Pearson, being dumped in public before the dessert course has to be the lowest of the low--especially when its the old, "Its not you, its me" speech. Honestly, how about something original: "I have five minutes to live" (very possible); "Its not you, its the voices in my head" (thanks for the warning); or "I am such a powerful sexual being I could put you into a coma with one kiss" (wishful thinking). Not that Gabby would ever know since Reed Larkin never bothered to take her to bed. Why does a girl bother (to shave)? The only thing left to do is offer the guy a goodbye-forever drink. . . on his head. Its Me Wanting You Completely. . . Damn. Reed did his job--he walked away from Gabby rather than drag her into his unstable life and danger. Now hes wearing her full glass of wine instead of throwing her onto his sheets. It doesnt help that the woman is smart as hell and could stop a mans breath with that wide smile and those shapely curves. Gabby has it all, and Reed wants every inch of her. And now the jokes on him, because new intel says Gabby has just become his assignment: He has one day to win her back, get information from her she may not know she has, and somehow protect her at the same time. Right Here, Right Now. Problem? The stakes are high. The odds are impossible. And the mutual attraction is as hot and strong as Gabbys anger. And Reed can only hope his next speech--"Its you, baby, its definitely you. . . "--will be the start of something wild, something crazy, something dangerous, something wonderful. . . Twelve years as a divorce attorney and one job relocation later, HelenKay Dimon qualifies as a retired lawyer and full-time writer. And, she couldnt be happier about the change. HelenKay and her husband James now call California home. Once they grow accustomed to the perfect weather, never-ending sunshine, short drive to the beach and high prices of. . . well, everything, theyll be fine.