Since rumour got out that I cheated on an American War Hero, nothing’s gone my way. Because of him, Hunter Sykes, I lost everything, five years ago. I know I’m just as guilty but if it weren’t for him, I could be working for NASA right now instead of being stuck in this dead-end town. Of course no one blamed Hunter, because Hunter was dead.
But now that I’ve moved on and have a new life with Liam, an ex-Marine, my past has returned to haunt me. When I heard he was still alive and spent the past five years as a P.O.W., I just had to see him with my own eyes.
I shouldn’t be surprised. Even after five years in a prison camp, he’s still going around, trying to screw everything on two legs—including me.
All I want is for the past to stay buried, but as long as this cocky bad boy is walking around town, that’s never going to happen.
I was pretty sure I was going to die in that P.O.W. camp, so I started thinking about regrets and all the people I hurt and bullshit like that. It took a while. There were a lot of regrets. But even with the nozzle of an AK pressed against my skull, I just couldn’t convince myself that screwing Kyla Rose was one of them. I wanted it to be—I wanted to regret it so badly. I’d just watched a bullet end her boyfriend, my best friend, Sammy Boy’s life. The least I could do was regret screwing his girlfriend the night before we shipped out.
Now that I’m back, the military won’t let me talk to her, and she’s hell-bent on staying as far away from me as she can. But her and I’ve got unfinished business, and I’m not letting anyone stand in my way.