Mav disappeared before I could ever tell him—about the child I carried. I’ve had years to get over him, and I’ve tried. But the second I see him again my heart lurches—and it’s like all that time evaporates. I still burn for him, even though I know it’s a bad idea. I try to remind myself about the bad things: his possessiveness, his quick temper, but—he’s different now. More mature. Protective. Settled. And hiding something... Something bigger than the child we share... Allowing him back into my heart could crush me—but I’ve never felt safer than when I’m in his arms. Can I really have the man I love for good? Or will our past mistakes keep us from a happy future?