I’ve spent four years honoring the memory of the man I loved. Four years of quiet grief in our small Vermont town. Now, my friends say it’s time to live again, to feel something again. I’m lonely enough to believe them. But there’s a problem. Lucas. My next-door neighbor. My late husband’s best friend. The man who has been my silent protector, my rock. He’s always been there, but now, the way he looks at me has changed. The quiet support has become a possessive fire. He says he’s been waiting. He says no other man will ever touch me. He says I belong to him. And the most terrifying part? I think he might be right.
***Short and Spicy Read***
