Ten years ago, I lost everything that mattered - the love of my life, what should have been my daughter and the courage to go after all those dreams I once wanted. Instead, I threw myself into my job as a detective and my role at the Wounded Souls as a patched member. My life consisted of staying busy, keeping my niece out of trouble and not falling in love.
Love hurt, love meant loss. And without my permission, love was heading my way in the shape of a red-headed stunner with an independent streak a mile long. Kelsey tempted me, taunted my protective nature and damn if she didn’t make me want things I promised never to go after ever again.
Jason Johnston was the main attraction of my best dreams, well he featured in every single one of them. The handsome and annoyingly bossy man was finally seeing me. Me. The girl from across the street, now a woman with a tormented past, and scars that ran deep.
He didn’t care about any of that; he cared about me, protected me, one could even say he doted on me.
I could live with the fact he couldn’t love me. Right?
Does love really have the power to heal two people so right for each other?