She felt hot breath tickle her neck and found herself giggling again as she spilled champagne down his back. He pulled her close. "Miss. Abbott," he ran his nose along her throat, his lips brushing the sensitive part of her neck and sending a chill down her spine, "it's funny meeting you like this again." "Oh, Rush, I'm so-o sorry." She tried to drunkenly dab at his shirt with the corner of her dress. Before she knew what was happening he was pulling her up to meet his kiss. She smiled into his lips as she thought to herself, the rest of the world be damned, tonight this man is mine. When Quinn accepted the position as Mr. Rylan Franko's personal secretary, it seems to her that the cloud of despair which has hung over their world since the crash a year prior has finally begun to part. After attending a party at the Franko home she finds herself gaining the attention of her boss's brother, Rush. Just when she thinks things couldn't be going better for her little home, the world is suddenly thrown into a new kind of darkness when she is approached by a policeman with a terrifying theory and she must choose between what she believes is right and what she wants more than anything in this world; Rush Franko.