Under The Scars

Four years ago, when I left him in the dust as my car sped away, I thought I'd never have to see Nick Andrews again. That is, until I was called to my mother's deathbed to say goodbye. I wasn't ready to lose her. I wasn't ready for the man who broke my heart to tell me my mother had cancer, that she only had days left to live.

Seeing Nick after all this time—hot as ever and completely off limits—ripped open the scars he'd left four years ago.

The pain.

The heartache.

With our complicated past, I wasn't sure I could let him in again.

How can you love someone after they shatter your heart and leave it strewn all over the ground, only to want to do it all over again?