Still Burning

And ours started when I was sixteen. Eighteen years later, we had become different people, living another life than the one we had imagined then. One without each other. Having Rome Bower back in my life had been more than a blast from the past. My soul had felt at home again. Turns out he wasn't just my first love but he'd been the only one to truly own my heart.

Loving him was easy, surviving him was hard. And I had a secret that was best left alone. There was no need to drag up painful memories that he didn't need to know. Not even when someone else gets the one thing I've wanted more than anything else. I refuse to be the distraction that will one day leave him with a world of regrets.

But then, I may not have that choice to make. When our second chance is being tested, and we are holding on tightly to what we have found, it is snatched away by a man with my dead husband's face. I know too much, and the Irishman known as The Ghost can't allow that.