Maeve Emerson was thirteen when the Conti family brought her in for one job: helping their heir, Rafe, get through the night. A decade later, Rafe still parades a string of glamorous women through his life, yet the only place he can actually sleep is beside Maeve. She has loved him the whole time and kept it buried under the terms of their arrangement.
When Rafe finds her diary and shreds it, Maeve stops pretending. She lets the contract lapse, packs up and moves to Germany. Without her, Rafe cannot sleep, cannot focus and cannot stop thinking about what he threw away. Now he wants her back, and Maeve is done waiting.
