"I don't close a good book until the story ends."
And ours started when I was sixteen. Eighteen years later, we had become different people, lived another life. without each other. Having Rome Bower back in my life had been more than a blast from the past. My soul had felt at home again. Turns out he wasn't just my first love but he'd been the only one to truly own my heart.
Loving him was easy, it was surviving him that was hard. And I carried a secret that was best left alone. There was no need to drag up painful memories. However, when there is another woman who requires Rome's attention, I refuse to be the distraction that will one day leave him with a world of regrets.
Our second chance gets tested until it is snatched away altogether by a man with my dead husband's face. I know too much, and the Irishman known as The Ghost can't allow that.
