Hi. My name is Bella, and I use men like a short-term prescription for a long-term ache.

I fuck for friction, then jettison them before they can leave a trace.

Clearly, I have an issue.

You’d think I’d finally be in control after divorcing my narcissistic ex. Instead, I perfected the art of the detached hookup… quick, efficient, zero survivors and moved on.

New coast. New life.

But it's impossible to start over when you don't realize you're trying to outrun the past.

Twenty-one years ago, I blew up our world when I left Herc Rivers. Now I’m back, working in his orbit, and forced to face a brutal reality: my leaving left permanent, jagged scars.

For both of us.

Mayday. Mayday. Mayday.

That’s all it takes to shatter our fragile truce. In the adrenaline-soaked aftermath of my crash, we don’t just collide… we combust.

I’ve spent two decades trying to fill a void with a revolving door of strangers, never realizing the hole in my gut was carved out the second I walked away from him.

I’m done bailing out.

But will Herc forgive the past and give me a safe place to land?

Or are we destined to go down in flames?

Again.