Dutiful daughter, my brother's keeper, civil servant, and protector of my city—that's me, Officer Dahlia Wicker. I'm a master at switching hats, until an ambush in the line of duty forces a new title on me—gunshot victim. I wake up in the emergency room, scared to death, and staring into the face of an angel with soft-yet-firm hands and a smile that makes my heart tremble. Dr. Weston Ellison's promise to look after my little brother eases my anxiety. His hands on my skin remind me I haven't been touched by a man in a long time. After my recovery, I can't stop running into him and I'm forced to admit how often I think about his lips and how badly I want them on me. We are way too different. Weston comes from generational wealth, and I'm Baltimore humble. Desire opens the door to our relationship, but feelings break in and take us hostage. When my brother is unjustly arrested, a spotlight blares on our differences. Our bond falls victim to prejudice, privilege, and racism. Are we strong enough to withstand these age-old threats, or will they destroy us for good?