Two years ago Jackson, my then fianc?, sacrificed his life to save mine.Two years, I have been mourning. Living in a fog.For two years Cain Anderson never left my side. The fog returned to my life three months ago when Cain suddenly left. Two weeks ago I stood at the abyss of the Black Canyon of the Gunnison, with my best friend at my side resolving to end my mourning. Unexpectedly, last week, Cain swaggers into Sanctuary, my cafe, stirring up emotions I thought were long dead. He returns with two objectives: my protection then my happiness. Cain, pizza, beer, a slow dance, and his touch consumed my evening four nights ago. At the bar my past came back to haunt me ripping open my fragile hold on happiness. He wrapped his firm body around me all night. A sanctuary in his arms. Then after a kiss and a touch he denied me. Three days ago hollowness burrowed into my heart seeing another woman draped on his arm at my art opening. Shaping the boundary of friendship.In the middle of nowhere, two days ago, I injured my good ankle plummeting halfway down a mountain. Cain appears, like an angel, to save me. On the mountain top he bestows his mind, body, and soul to me. Yesterday, Cain's touch transformed me. Today, I thought the war in my heart and my life had ended. A war he unknowingly started two years ago. And I didn't know until now.
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