June 5, 2008, I made a mistake of epic proportions. Moving home was an easy choice because I knew that I had to make things right. I had hoped to win back Harley's friendship, but I never imagined that I'd win her heart, or the heart of her son. Now that I have, I'm never letting them go. They're my life, the reason I breathe. We've worked hard to get where we are, and we're finally standing on solid ground.
Or so I thought.
Tyson's ex-fiancé wasn't supposed to move back to St. Louis. That wasn't part of the plan. And she sure as hell wasn't supposed to start working with him. I trust him - at least I think I do - but when secrets are being kept and things start to unravel, I'm left wondering if I made a mistake. I allowed myself to fall in love with the only man to ever break my heart.
And now I'm afraid he might break it again.
