Gripping the dog tag around my neck, I exhale. Aiden will come after me. I know it in my bones. He will never let me go. I need Davis. In the worst possible way. That man, that unforgettable man who still haunts my dreams. “Okay,” I say with a shudder, feeling like I’m staring down the barrel of a crossroads. “Send Davis.” Because I need a do-over. Glancing down, I cup the small bud of my belly. A really, really big fucking do-over.
