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Chapters (63)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. A NOTE TO THE READER
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-One
  45. Chapter Forty-Two
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Chapter Forty-Seven
  51. Chapter Forty-Eight
  52. Chapter Forty-Nine
  53. Chapter Fifty
  54. Chapter Fifty-One
  55. Chapter Fifty-Two
  56. Chapter Fifty-Three
  57. Chapter Fifty-Four
  58. Chapter Fifty-Five
  59. Chapter Fifty-Six
  60. Free eBook
  61. Also by Alexa Rivers
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. About the Author

I waved and started walking before he could decide to accompany me after all. It took less time to get back to my car than I’d expected, and I was looking forward to sitting down after my encounters with Aiden, Asher, and Liam. But when I got to the driver’s door, everything inside me iced over. There, carved into the silver paint—presumably with a key—were the words “you are mine.”

Gasping, I backed away. Nausea rolled in my stomach, and I clasped it, afraid I might puke. Light flashed in my eyes. I blinked, shocked, and stumbled over my feet as another flash went off. Looking around, I noticed the photographer from the scene of the traffic accident standing a few yards away, snapping photos of me and the words scratched into my Outback’s paint.

“Smile for the camera, sweetheart,” he called in a faint Bostonian accent. I could see the man better now. He was of average height, late forties or early fifties, with a pot belly and thinning hair. I mentally committed his image to memory. “Come on, make it a good one.”

Knowing the damage was already done, I didn’t bother throwing up my hands to shield myself. Instead, I fished in my pocket for the key and hurried, shakily, into the front seat of the car, ducking as low as I dared as I started the engine. My heart hammered a million miles an hour as I tore away from the parking lot.

What the hell had that been?

Had he been following me and lucked into prime story fodder? Or had he defaced my car himself because he’d grown tired of waiting for me to do something else newsworthy?

As soon as I’d put some distance between us, I pulled over and called Jeff.

Chapter Twenty-Three

LIAM

How the hell am I supposed to get closure when I don’t understand what went wrong? - Unsent text message from Liam to Kennedy

We were back at the fire station by midway through the shift, having found Mary sitting near one of the streams that broke off from Destiny River. Apparently she’d gone into the bush, chasing after what she’d thought had been a kiwi, and been unable to find her way back. She’d pushed her way through the thick forest for a while, then found the stream, where she’d decided to sit and wait for help, having finally realized that she might be doing more harm than good by staying on the move. She was cold and hungry but had at least had a good supply of water and no injuries worse than a few scratches and insect bites.