Kyle Davies is doing fine. She has her routine, after all, ingrained in her from years of working as a baker: wake up, make breakfast, prep the dough, make lunch, work the dough, make dinner, bake dessert, and go to bed. It’s a good routine, and it’s almost enough to help her forget the scars on her wrist, that she lost her job at the bakery when she checked herself in as an inpatient at Hope House, then signed away all decisions about her life, medical care, and wellbeing to Dr. Booth. Now a new item’s been added to her daily to-do list: stare out her window at the coffee shop across the street and its hot owner, Jackson. It’s healthy to have eye candy when you’re locked in the psych ward, right? So when Dr. Booth allows Kyle to leave the facility, she decides to up the stakes a little more. Why not see what Jackson’s like in person? Turns out that Jackson’s a jerk with a heart of gold, a deadly combination that Kyle finds herself drawn to more than she should be. At a time when Dr. Booth delivers near-constant warnings about the dangers of romantic entanglements, Kyle is pulled further and further into Jackson’s orbit. Is Jackson too much for her to handle? Does love come at the cost of sanity?