She'd had a bad hair day and gotten fired. He'd killed someone. In the grand scheme of things, Detective Malcolm Bridger's day was much worse than Frannie Vaughn's. But when the two strangers met that cold, lonely night, something special whispered in the air.

And then ... nothing happened. Nerves and fatigue ruined their shot at togetherness, and Frannie slipped away, sure she'd never see Bridger again. But that was before she bumped into a murder victim, before she needed Bridger's protection. Suddenly Frannie was having a whole lot of bad days -- and only Bridger's arms could make everything better