She could feel it in her blood, in her bones, a fire of lust and stupidity and Jim Beam.
As Stephanie Monroe, she reached the age of nineteen without a care in the world… until the night her workplace was the scene of a massacre and she was left for dead. The only survivor. The only witness to the crime.
As Jamie Danby, she’s lived the past ten years looking over her shoulder. She doesn’t remember much of that night, but Texas Ranger Kellen Harding hopes to change that through forensic hypnosis. He’s determined to close the cold case once and for all. He’s also determined to keep Jamie safe for reasons that go above and beyond the job.
But neither one of them anticipated what would happen when she remembered…
“An enjoyable and satisfying story, and one that I would highly recommend to other readers.” — Emma M., Amazon reviewer
Jamie knew better than to drink. She had no tolerance for alcohol. She was an easy drunk, the cheapest of cheap.
And a barefoot Kell Harding, wearing nothing but his jeans, was going to make her cheaper and easier than she’d been in years. She could feel it in her blood, in her bones, a fire of lust and stupidity and Jim Beam.
She knew he was standing in front of her, but she kept her eyes closed. It had been hard enough not to touch him when he’d been sitting on the stoop beside her. She could smell him then, and now.
He’d showered before bed, and the heat of the night had warmed his clean skin until she wanted to crawl beneath it, and wrap it around her like a cloak, and remember what it meant to be safe.
“Let’s go in. You need sleep. I need sleep. The glass will wait till morning.”
Still hunkered down, she shook her head. “If I sleep, I’ll dream, and it won’t be one I can stomach alone. Not tonight. Not with . . . all of this happening. And with tomorrow.” Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, she told herself. Please, please, don’t cry.
“I’ll be in the next room. And I’ll be with you tomorrow.” He touched her hair then, brushed his knuckles against her temples. “I’m here now.”