Deirdre relocated to escape. Her career is so tattered there is barely enough left to say she has a career.
The icing on her toppling cake is her car dying in a storm on a bridge ramp. With no idea where she is in the cold, wet dark, she tries to find someone to rescue her. The rapping on her window availing her a complete rescue package who happened by at the right time.
Driving home at the end of his shift, Christian barely made out the car's outline by the guard rail. Hitting his lights, he stops to see if the driver is still with the car. The frazzled woman he finds, relieved to see him and his truck.
Hooking her car up, also hooks up his attraction. He can't explain the drive to protect her even without knowing the complete details of her life. She did a mini-therapy session that he honestly thought was funny. He has so much of his own stuff to deal with, it's nice to see he is not the only one.
Deirdre will say she needs to meet people, but she will ignore the jump start her libido shot her sister makes.
As a romance cautiously blossoms, so does trouble. Someone doesn't want them to get together. The question being who?