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Gage and Riley were once lovers, but a deadly twist of fate tore them apart. Now, one year later, they’re thrown together by a murder in which Gage was the intended victim and Riley is wanted for the crime.
Last week, Riley found out Gage hadn’t quit drinking as he promised. Before they split, Riley lost everything defending his sobriety after a devastating accident, so this news comes as a physical blow.
He looked to the filthy headliner of the truck and pinched the bridge of his nose. Then he pushed his hair back and blew out a breath. Stalling. “I promised you I’d quit,” he said after a long moment.
“Yes . . . yes, you did.” She impressed herself with her ability to keep the words level. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. And it hit her; he had alluded to this before. With clammy realization, she remembered the death grip he had on the steering wheel when this came up earlier. Whatever this was.
“Your dad knew.”
The truth had yet to hit her. “Knew what?”
He finally looked at her. “I didn’t quit. I tried, Riley. I just . . . didn’t.”
The words didn’t register. Or perhaps they did on some level, but she didn’t hear them. She wouldn’t hear them. “You didn’t . . . ?”
“I was still drinking, but—”
The space between them—or lack thereof—was suddenly too much. Not enough. She didn’t know. It didn’t matter. She just threw open the truck door, escaping, and slammed it, but the force and the noise didn’t change anything.
I was still drinking.
She escaped nothing and was left with even less.
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Riley Beckett’s past just came back to haunt her . . . and this time, he’s got a gun.
When Gage Lawton finds his brother shot dead on his back porch, every shred of evidence points to one person: Gage’s former lover, Riley. He and she didn’t part ways on good terms, and he’s not planning to rekindle anything now–not when he’s got a revolver pointed at her head and a finger on the trigger.
A year after Riley swore she and Gage were over, he returns in a hail of gunfire. One look into those achingly familiar blue eyes and she knows how wrong she was to let him go, but now far more than their heated past stands in the way. A twist of fate puts them in the crosshairs of a killer, leaving Riley with two slim options: trust her greatest betrayer or face a murderer on her own.