Two years. One proposal. I walked away then, and I lost it all.
He asked me to marry him--a question I wasn't prepared for then. It changed everything.
Two years later, a phone call sends me running back to the last place where I thought I'd be- Fortuity.
The plan is to stay for a couple of weeks before I return to Chicago, keeping my head low and avoiding trouble. Problem is, Chase starts to make my walls crumble. I need to stay away, and he's determined not to let me go. Only he's not interested about the past. He insists we make one harmless deal-
keeping the peace for as long as I'm here.
