The empty bottle lay on the floor; Bobbi Cochran was sprawled out right beside it, feeling the life slowly seep out of her body. Bobbi closed her eyes as the memory of that terrible day tried to invade her thoughts. That was then, this is now, she thought, looking around the crowded plane that was preparing for takeoff. Her purse sat next to her as the aircraft continued on down the runway, taking her to a new start in California and leaving behind Jo, their breakup and the friend turned whore she'd caught him with. Smirking to himself, Donovan McCall walked briskly to his car. He’d just left behind the woman whose name he couldn’t remember, leaving no sign to her of where he had gone to in the middle of the night. Women had always fallen victim to his manipulation and charm, beckoning to his every call and whim; Donovan took great pride in this. He knew he had every woman he came in contact with figured out to a science; that was until he crossed paths with a woman named Bobbi Cochran. She made everything he had known and grown so accustomed to, no longer make sense.