HE MARRIED HIS DEAD FRIEND’S FORGOTTEN COUSIN OUT OF DUTY—BUT HE NEVER EXPECTED HER TO BECOME THE ONE WOMAN HE COULDN’T LET GO

her.

“You don’t have to marry me,” she said.

Jack McCloud did not answer.

He stood near the bar cart, tall, silent, dangerous in a way that did not need to announce itself. His suit jacket was open. His jaw was set. Behind him, the Boston skyline glittered through the storm like another world, the kind of world Angela had only ever looked at from a distance.continue reading …