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Four years ago Erin’s life changed drastically. Her drug-addicted brother killed her parents, and her marriage disintegrated. Her husband, Matt, an FBI agent, had done his duty when he’d arrested Stuart, but she’d been too caught up in her own grief to allow him to help her move through the shadows of pain.
Now Matt is back, but it isn’t to attempt reconciliation. Her brother has escaped from Attica, and Erin is his next target. Matt will stop Stuart by any means necessary. But Stuart is a desperate man, and desperate men will do anything to get what they want.
Thrown together by treacherous circumstances, Matt and Erin fight a battle to stay alive and possibly figure out how to put the pieces of their destroyed lives back together again.
Excerpt:
Matt
threw her a scowl over his shoulder. “This isn’t hiding out, Erin. It’s
taking precautionary measures to ensure your safety.”
“Right.
Sorry.” She swung her legs around to the foot of the bed and tapped her
feet on the floor. “Guess I’m not aware of the difference.” Tension
climbed up the back of her neck, crawling under her skin. She needed to
get out of that hotel room. “I need to get some air.”
“You’re not leaving this room.”
Matt
didn’t care that his words had pissed her off. At that point, they were
both on edge. The trouble was, he’d had more experience waiting than
she had. Well, that, and he didn’t believe everyone could be changed,
deserved a second chance, or any of the other bull Erin did.
“Stuart’s had plenty of time to get here, don’t you think?” Erin changed the subject in that same controlled tone of voice.
“He’s traveling on his own time.” Her breath hissed out, making him look back at her. “What?”
“I hate when you do that.”
“Do
what?” Before he asked the question, he knew her response was only
going to start a fire they didn’t need at the moment. Or maybe they did.
An explosion might be just what they needed to let them both breathe
some clean air.
“Try
to manage me. You don’t want me to know any more than I absolutely have
to, so you speak in obscurities or riddles that don’t make sense.” She
gave him a look leveled with scorn. “Since you got here, you’ve been
feeding me information in droplets like I’m a piece of china you have to
keep wrapped when all I’ve really asked for is the truth.”
His
temper starting a slow climb, Matt tried to talk himself out of a
confrontation, but hadn’t it been coming? Since the moment he’d walked
into that coffee house, all roads had been leading to this moment. The
time when they’d stab into the scars and make the wounds bleed again.
He
turned to face her, taking in the heightened color on her cheeks. She’d
gone into battle mode, too, making him wonder if it was intentional.
Did she need the distraction? Or was she ready to remove the grafts that
had only partially healed?
“The truth is your brother is a murderer, and they rarely operate on anyone’s timetable but their own.”
“Why did you come here?”
The question unsettled him. Hadn’t they already covered that? “To do my job.”
“There
are hundred of guys who could do your job if catching Stuart was all
this was about. You came because you wanted to see me or, rather, you
wanted me to see you. Did you want the chance to throw my life off
balance again?”
“Again?” Matt stalked toward her, the collar of his shirt tight against the veins bulging in his neck. “I wasn’t the one who threw it off balance before, Erin. That was your doing. You wanted the divorce. You wanted to separate yourself from everything that had anything to do with the life you had before your parents’ death. You chose to walk away. Not me.”
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