After a terrible accident leaves ex-Army veteran Michael Donovan scarred both inside and out, he returns home to recover and reevaluate his life. His world is turned upside down when a chance encounter brings him face-to-face with Eve Walsh, a woman he’s desired for years. Suspicious that she’s hiding something but wanting to help, he offers her a safe haven.
Far away from New Orleans and her abusive ex-boyfriend, Eve has finally begun to move on with her life—but he’s not willing to let her go without a fight. He shows up one morning in the small diner where she works, and Eve again flees—this time straight to Michael.
As danger closes in, chemistry blazes between Eve and Michael. When their newfound relationship is threatened by old insecurities, they are forced apart and Eve is left alone to face her greatest fear of all.
The woman walked around the car and his groin tightened in appreciation. Her loose white blouse billowed away from her body in the slight breeze, and her capris stopped just below her knees. She was dressed primly, almost business-like, but he could tell even from here that she was gorgeous. And that ass. Perfection. She opened the passenger door and retrieved something from the floor board, then made her way to the front door.
Probably pamphlets, he thought to himself as he rolled his eyes. Take a hike, Lady. God and I don’t exactly see eye-to-eye these days.
Fortunately, he’d had the foresight to have an intercom system installed for this reason alone. He didn’t want to see anyone, didn’t really even want to talk to anyone. He could just push a button from the comfort of this chair and tell everyone to go fuck themselves. He smiled in a sort of twisted satisfaction when the buzzer sounded a moment later.
“Yeah,” he barked into the receiver. He knew he was being kind of an asshole to this poor, unsuspecting woman, but his bad mood was spilling over now and he just couldn’t rein it in. The woman was silent for so long it started to grate on his nerves. “What do you want?” He growled.
“Um… Mr. Donovan? You probably don’t remember me. I’m Eve—Evelyn—Walsh, Suzanne and Edward’s daughter…”
Michael didn’t hear the rest. He vaulted from the chair, stumbling down the stairs as fast as his bum leg could carry him.
She was still stuttering into the intercom when he wrenched the front door open, and her big blue eyes widened as they locked with his, her full lips parted in surprise.
Holy Jesus. It was her.