He has nothing left to offer. She's determined to show him how much he's worth.
Shot by a member of his elite military team, Justin Lawson goes into hiding, cutting all ties with his girlfriend to keep her safe from the traitor who’s hunting him down. With his body shattered, he no longer has anything to offer her anyway.
Holly Walters refuses to accept her boyfriend’s out-of-the-blue rejection without an explanation. Intent on seeking closure, she tracks him to the Wiccan Haus. Once there, she is drawn to help him heal his broken body and spirit, even though she knows she has to let him go.
The rogue assassin catches up to them, but this time Holly is in his crosshairs. Before Justin can make her believe he’s a man worth fighting for, they’ll have to fight for both their lives.
“How did you hurt your knee?”
She shuddered to think of the hazards involved in his classified military missions. “Did you fall and break it?”
“Bullet shattered it.”
She flinched, wanting to reach for him, hating he’d been in pain, hating even more that he’d shut her out. “How long before or after this happened did you send me an eight word breakup text?”
“About seventy-two hours after.”
She’d been right not to take his text at face value, to demand an explanation even at the expense of a high-profile client and a week of lost work. Hope pulsed through her veins. “So you could have been texting while under the effects of anesthesia.”
“But you were on pain medication, and if you weren’t, the pain interfered with your ability to make sound decisions.”
“Don’t make excuses for me. I was an ass. I’m still an ass. I broke up with you, and you deserve better.”