My husband had been murdered, and for the past year I’d been suffocated by an endless cycle of grief. I carried his secret that if discovered would devastate the MC he was a member of.
The men of the club were my brothers too and I had to protect them all.
But I wanted to let it go. I wanted to live again. Free myself of this constant loneliness.
The club doctor’s haunting, soulful eyes followed me everywhere, slowly unlocking the prison I’d been trapped in. I’d come to like it, and I’d come to like him.
One problem–was the man as free as he’d suggested, or was I headed for more heartbreak?
