The conjugal bed was their last sanctuary... J.D. Thorne was a marked man whose cover had been blown. Ann Calder was the only person he could trust - and when J.D. was shot and left for dead, she was the only one who could hide him...as her husband in the cloistered Montana community where she'd been reared. It was torture to care for J.D., to touch his body, and not have him. To try to keep him alive when he no longer could remember who wanted him dead - and now, her too. For J.D. and Ann, their only refuge lay in the marriage that seemed more real than the killer closing in on them.