The first time I met General Alexander Reeves, I thought he was exactly the kind of man women should run from. I was right. Just not for the reason I thought. We weren't supposed to be a love story. He was a thirty-two-year-old Supreme Commander with a reputation built on ice and military steel. I was a twenty-two-year-old nursing student desperately trying to keep my sick father alive. It started with a date. It quickly turned into a proposition. One year. Separate bedrooms. No interference in each other's lives. A marriage built entirely on duty and a five-year friendship between our fathers. It was the perfect contract. Completely foolproof. Except for one unwritten rule that neither of us understood until it was entirely too late. *Don't fall in love.* Some hearts just refuses to follow orders