I’m just trying to hold it together.
Raise my son.
Keep moving to stay ahead of my abusive ex.
Last thing I need is some arrogant jerk making my day worse.
Reid is so hot.
Big, muscular, built like the soldier he was until an ambush claimed the rest of his unit leaving him to live with the guilt.
Maybe that’s why he has such a short fuse.
That doesn’t explain why I can’t tell him no.
Why I keep letting him peel off my clothes and make me scream.
I can’t resist him, until he has a PTSD nightmare and frightens me.
I’ve never felt this way. But it’s hard to trust after what my ex did to me.
Now my ex is back, stalking us, threatening us.
He’ll take my son. I might never see my little boy again.
Reid is the only one I can turn to. He can keep us safe.
I need him now like I’ve never needed anyone before.
Can I trust him with our lives? With my heart?