A killer’s obsession could destroy their second chance for love.

Only a year ago, Officer Alex Juran and his wife Tess had it all. Love, a solid marriage and a baby on the way. Then in one heartbeat they lost everything.

Now, Tess is doing her best to move on. She has a thriving business and while she may be lonely at times, she’s proud of the new life she’s built without Alex.

Two days before their divorce is final, Alex is shot in the line of duty and left for dead. He faces a difficult recovery so Tess finds herself postponing the divorce and offering to care for him until he can live alone again.

At first, cohabitation is little more than combat. Alex’s incapacitating injuries, the looming divorce, and his inability to remember who shot him have him lashing out at the nearest target: Tess. When someone begins stalking her, he suspects his shooter has returned. Convinced that Tess is in danger, Alex becomes desperate to recover his strength.

Because no matter how much she’s hurt him in the past, they’ve been given a second chance—and he’ll do anything to protect his wife.

Excerpt

Alex opened his eyes and blinked several times, but nothing came into focus
except the woman standing at the foot of the bed.

At first he thought he was dreaming. Why would Tess be here? And why was she
crying? Then he saw his leg hanging in the air and wrapped in bandages.
Something beeped behind his head and the memory of being shot came racing back,
yet strangely he seemed disconnected from it.

Against his will his eyes closed, the exhaustion pulling him under.

When he awakened again he had no idea how much time had passed. He looked for
Tess, but couldn't find her. Had she been just a dream? Was this his hell,
seeing Tess but not being able to touch her? If so, he'd been living it for
months.

Something tickled his arm but he couldn't move his head to look, so he shifted
his gaze to the right. She was sitting in a chair beside him, her cheek resting
on the sheets, her bright red hair trailing over the bed to touch his arm. His
hand was curled in hers and she was caressing the back of it with her thumb.

"Mrs. Juran?"

Tess turned her head to look behind her and the ends of her hair grazed his
hand. His fingers moved—slightly at first, then with more strength. He stared
hard at them, willing them to move, and soon he was clutching her hair.

"We need you to step out for a moment," someone said.

The words dragged his attention to Tess's face.

Her hand slid from his but when she tried to stand, his hold on her hair pulled
her back. She tugged it free. He forced his fingers to close over the few
strands that remained.

"Can I stay a little longer?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, but no."

Tess turned back and kissed his temple. Her hair fell in his eyes and the
strawberry scent of her shampoo surrounded him. "I'll be back," she whispered in
his ear.

He tried to reach for her, to grab her hand, but she disappeared before he could
get his muscles to work.