Four Seconds to Lose (Ten Tiny Breaths, #3)

by K.A. Tucker

I believe second chances exist only in dreams, never in reality. I believe you don’t have years, or months, or weeks to impact a person’s life. You have seconds. Seconds to win them over, And seconds to lose them.

“You’re a lot of things, Charlie Rourke, but forgettable is not one of them, violet irises or not.”

I’m beginning to believe that the depths to which a woman could fall for Cain are endless. To a deep, dark, infinite pit with no ladders to get away, no cushions to soften the impact. No safety net. No escape.

And so I sit. And I quietly watch the woman I don’t want to live without live a life without me in it.