Christi loved to run more than anything. She felt like all her problems went away while she was running, and she had the best place in the world to run around in. Paris was gorgeous and full of amazing scenery that she got to see almost every day when she ran past it.

Cobb’s foot bounced up and down in nervous anticipation. He kept sneaking glances over at Christi, each time relieved to find her still knocked out. He had given her a pretty powerful drug, and it helped that she had just been sedated.

They were from completely different worlds. He was some poker-playing forger, and she was a hard-working nursing student. How could it work?