Crazy Imperfect Hearts

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My life is crazy. But organized. There are lists. There are calendars. Yes plural. And there are a hundred Post-it notes lining the walls of my office.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But there is order to all of it. There is method to the madness. I know exactly where everything is what I need to do and precisely how to do it. My family business has an image we have to convey and it's my responsibility to bring it to fruition.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Oh and I</span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> Lucas Montana</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> also look damn good in a suit.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Then there's Regan. (Insert eye roll.) She's crazy in its purest form. Her clothes make her look like a cross between Stevie Nicks and I don't know... Bat Girl? She's eccentric. And don't even get me started on the way she runs her business.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>We're complete opposites in every way. So then why after one reckless night with her do I feel her particular form of crazy might just be the very thing that's been missing in my life? Not to mention it could be the cure for the affliction that had me leaving four women at the altar.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But then as life tends to do... a curveball comes our way. And even though this particular curveball is self-inflicted the crazy spins out of control.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Tropes: small town curvy girl friends-to-lovers billionaire</strong></p><p></p>