During warm-ups, I used to skate to a rap song about having a ton of problems. And a b*tch ain't one. That's me. Because I caught my fiance screwing my own brother. Now they're both dead to me. I saw Julia for the first time since college curled up on a chair in my hospital room. She overtook my damaged senses like a fresh tropical breeze. She's lush. Decedent. But there's more ... Julia Wales is successful and kind. Nothing like her. Not since my injury have I shown a woman my scars. Until now. And there's no going back.