She’s not my type, but I can’t do without her.
I’m a wealthy cosmopolitan lawyer used to very sophisticated women. Women like Anna – the rough and tumble owner of a bar – aren’t for men like me. But I fell for her, and we dated for six months. Then she disappeared for no reason I could imagine.
Six months pass and she’s in big trouble.
She needs a pro bono lawyer and bail money. I volunteer to help - this is the only way to prove I am over her.
But she’s involved in a lot more than she knows and needs more than just my legal service. The problem is, I’m not emotionally available to her or anyone else.