On any other day, being fired would rank pretty high on Karlee’s stress-o-meter. But today wasn’t any other day. Inhaled into Shade’s memory, Karlee watch her friend dropped from a cliff. She still hadn’t processed it. Shade likely died from her injuries. That meant Shad had been murdered.

It seemed her biological father was a saint.Except for the one mistake, the man who didn’t make mistakes, made.Her.

She watched the clip several times—enough times to know w certainty her father had nothing to do with the crash. He’d done everything in his power to stop the car and avoid the truck. Someone else had been driving.

…You’re throwing us away because you’re afraid to let yourself fall in love. You’re searching for something that isn’t real. You’re not Eric Stone. He’s your protagonist. Eric Stone is make-believe and life isn’t an adventure novel.

A selfish man would never visit a comatose woman every day for two months. He wouldn’t have done what was best for everyone involved, or given an employee a proper burial. These are the acts of a loving man––a man who cared too much.”“What are you saying?”“Sara’s my biological mother.

Marriage isn’t a prison,” Karlee said. “It’s not supposed to hold two people captive.”“It’s not a prison, it’s a fortress. Marry me. Because you love me. Because of the baby. Because you want to protect our love.”“And all this time I thought you were afraid of commitment.”“I am,” Cole said. “I’m terrified you won’t make one.