I swore I would never get involved with another NASCAR driver or go to another race again. Money talks and I needed a butt-ton of it since free-lance photography wasn't exactly helping me pay all of the bills these days. From the moment I met Rand Shepard the bells and whistles immediately went off in my head. This giant of a man covered in tattoos was as far away from good as you could possibly get. They called him a bad boy, and a playboy, but that had to be the understatement of the century. I'm one hundred percent sure the man's vocabulary didn't even include the word good nor has he ever had a woman tell him no before. I'm determined to stay away from Rand Shepard until I can't and then all bets are off. Sleeping with him was one thing. Bringing him home was another. Promises are made that I know will be broken. Falling in love with Rand wasn't something I expected to do, but it's worth the heartbreak even if he leaves me in pieces.