I'd finally wrenched myself free of Chad's grip, only to find myself drowning in debt from student loans. When a job opportunity drew me to the edges of the Millwren-Frederick bog, I saw the 36,2-acre stretch of wetland as my unexpected ticket to freedom. But something else waited for me, too. Deep in the bog, amid the song of crickets and the flash of fireflies, a pair of cold-blooded hearts ran hot - for me.