Sayler Christy knew chances were slim to ne that any of her silly little daydreams would ever actually come true-especially any daydreams involving Mr. Booker, the new patient (the handsome, older patient) convalescing in her grandfather's rehabilitation center. Yet, working as a candy striper at Rawlings Rehab, Sayler couldn't help but dream of belonging to Mr. Booker-and Mr. Booker stole her heart-perhaps unintentionally-but with very little effort. Gorgeous, older, and entirely ubtainable-Sayler knew Mr. Booker would unkwingly enslave her heart for many years to come-for daydreams were thing more than a cruel joke inflicted by life. All dreams-daydreams or otherwise-never came true. Did they?