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Ten years earlier, Wayne Burns had watched his future collapse six weeks before his wedding. Lisa had quietly admitted, "How do I know you're really the one when I've never been with anyone else since college? What if I'm settling?" Her solution stunned him. "Don't break up with me," she pleaded. "Just...pause. Let me experience other men. If I discover you're still the one, we'll know our marriage is meant to be." Wayne stared at her in disbelief. "So you want me to wait while you date other guys?" She nodded. "Only until I'm sure." The next morning, he packed his things, blocked her number, and never looked back. Within weeks he heard about five spectacularly awful dates and that she'd realized he'd always been the right man. It no longer mattered. The heartbreak became fuel. Wayne buried himself in work, eventually building a thriving tech empire, but a serious relationship was never in the cards. Betrayal had scarred his heart and trust had become a language he no longer spoke. Now thirty-five, standing 6'3" with dark brown mid-length waves and an athletic build, he found himself across a dinner table from a woman whose sharp wit matched her effortless beauty. She smiled over the menu. "You have the look of someone who's calculating three conversations ahead." He chuckled. "Occupational hazard." "No," she teased. "Personal history." He paused before admitting, "You're probably closer." Her smile softened. "I'm not asking for your life story tonight." "That's good," he replied. "I'm still deciding if I remember how to tell it." For the first time in years, Wayne realized he genuinely wondered if, perhaps she'd give him a reason to try...