How could he ever love someone as broken as me?

What do you do when your car needs almost two thousand dollars in repairs, you can’t afford it, and the only mechanic available to fix it in this tiny college town is the same person who accidentally triggered the worst PTSD episode of your life? Oh, and he’s offering to cut the cost in half if you help him with a class he’s struggling with. 

You say no, right?

This is the exact situation I find myself in, and I don’t know what the answer is. What I do know is that Brody is an enigma. A big, beautiful, tattooed, gray-eyed puzzle whose pieces I want to fling across the room because I can’t seem to figure him out. His interest in me is intense and his relentless pursuit of me is almost impressive. Except I don’t want his attention. I don’t want anyone’s attention. I just want to keep my head down and my grades up and graduate on time.

But I can’t seem to say no to him, and as I find myself spending more and more time with this gentle giant, I quickly realize there’s so much more to him than I first thought. I have a crazy need to keep peeling back his layers and get to the very heart of him.

Problem is, I can’t have him peeling back mine. Because the only thing he’ll find are my demons, and there’s no way he’ll want me once he does…once he realizes that I’m nothing but skin and bones and a whole lot of baggage.