My cousin always referred to us as the bad jokes, as in...a blonde, a brunette and a redhead walk into a bar. I'm the blonde, and this is my story. When I was 18, a psychic told me to watch for the man with two hearts. That didn't make much sense, so I lived my life, not thinking about her fortune for my life. Then I met Wyatt and we fell in love. Until his ex-fiancee came back to him, and he chose her. Her heart. My heart. Two hearts. He's back, trying to explain things to me, trying to win me back and in the meantime, I'm also dealing with a stalker. But Wyatt's helping with that problem. Unfortunately, he's causing another problem: he's not taking no for an answer.