I may be rich but none of that fu@king matters if I'm dead inside.
Losing my wife broke me.
Left a crater in my chest impossible to fill. Until her.
Erin walked into my club like a goddamn storm.
Sharp. Untouchable.
The best bartender I’ve ever seen.
And the first woman who’s made me feel a damn thing in years.
But she’s running.
Haunted by demons that won't quit.
Let them come.
They have no idea who they’re up against.
The plan is simple.
She moves into my cabin.
Pretends to be mine.
No one touches her. No one even breathes her name.
But this isn’t just a simple game of pretend.
Not when she looks at me like I’m the only thing keeping her together.
I’ll protect Erin.
And the miracle growing inside her.
And if anyone tries to take them from me?
I’ll bury them where they stand.
