Three weeks a rooftop pity party and enough Bordeaux to drown my broken marriage. That was the plan. What I didn’t plan for? The broody off-duty six-foot-something shrink next door... …who tackles me like a Marvel stuntman and delivers unsolicited life advice with a billion-dollar smirk. Dylan Hale thinks he can fix anything including me. He’s clinical calm Armani control and eyes that see through everything. I’m smeared mascara epic meltdowns and one signature away from losing everything I've built. After my marriage implodes I’m not looking to be rescued. But Dylan wants something I have. My priceless vintage wine collection. And he offers me something I never asked for: Emotional resurrection. In exchange for grape juice. Reluctant terms. Shaky boundaries. No feelings. No attachment. But what starts as a clever trade spirals into a slow-burning power play emotional reckoning — the kind of healing tha