I came to Alaska to escape my life. Getting caught staring at the ass of my town's local gruff, tattooed, much-older mechanic Wyatt Dawson was not the plan. I was dying in New York. Suffocating under the unbearable pressure of what it takes to be a Marks, buried alive in designer heals, a smile plastered on my face even when I felt like screaming. Wyatt is a walking, talking reminder of everything my mother doesn't want for me, and a life I'm not sure I'll ever get to have. He deserves the truth of why I ran thousands of miles away from my family, but I can't bring myself to shatter the new happiness I find with him and in my new home. Unfortunately for me, most secrets don't stay buried for long.