Anne Fairmont wasn't sure where her life was going. When her sister died, leaving her a very large, old house on the coast just outside Portland, Oregon, it was another step. The idea forming in her mind for her business. A business very, very far from what her sister's life had been like.
Lee Bennett felt like a stalker. He'd seen the silver haired woman from a distance; then he took a few walks along the shore near where he guessed she was living.
Then…he woke up without memories and staring up into a pair of concerned eyes.
Abby Spencer was escaping. She wasn't in denial, she was honest with herself. And the idea Anne had planted about starting their business really appealed to her after too many years modeling.
Was it her fault the street signs were confused and she ended up in the wrong house?
The house of a man just freshly out of the hospital after two months of recovery.
A man who somehow managed to find the smallest chink in her armor…and use it to his advantage.