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Eloise Grey wasn't looking for me…but I was looking for her. To be fair, I didn't know she was the girl I'd been obsessed with until it was too late. I was on the fast track to making my NHL dreams a reality with my girl by my side. She was my whole world. My kryptonite...till she got it wrong.

At eight, he gave me roses. At fifteen, he gave me butterflies, and at seventeen, he gave me sanctuary. I wasn't a damsel in distress. He wasn't Prince Charming waiting to whisk me off my feet. We didn't meet by chance. He's been part of my life for years, and for most of that time, I've been under his spell.

The last thing I needed was a wife… but that's precisely what I got when I showed up at my father's house to discuss the new girl in town. I walked in single, only to storm out a very married man. Mackenzie Mercer can never be mine. Not when she belonged to my enemy. But for better or worse, we're in this together. We both have something at stake. She needed protection. I needed answers.

I was supposed to be attending a friend's birthday party, not used as bait to lure out the elusive Holden Hayes. Holden was the last thing I needed. My life was already spiraling, a slow-moving head-on collision that you couldn't swerve to avoid. In hindsight, so was his. Neither of us was looking for a relationship, but that is precisely what we found. An instant, all-consuming, soul-deep connection that few people ever find.

I came to Copper Falls expecting to settle my sister's estate and learn about the woman I never knew existed until I was notified of her death. Little did I know that stories about her weren't the only thing that awaited me in the small town.

Left to my own devices from a young age, I grew up with zero love or guidance. I was an unwanted mistake my parents were forced to endure. Loneliness followed me everywhere. It's how I know real love doesn't exist, and those who believe they have it are disillusioned by sacrifice as if that alone made their bond worthy. Some would say I'm a romantic masochist, but maybe I had to be because only an unbelieving heart could step into its own twisted fairytale through impulse and temptation.