Silas Hart takes what he wants. Everything he wants.
He’s a thief. Always has been, always will be. When we were kids, he taught me how to pick locks and pockets.
And then we got older, and we learned to open doors to places we never should have gone.
Eight years ago, he stole the kisses from my lips, and I gave him everything. And then my thief stole my heart.
But he also stole a lot of money for some very bad people, and then the boy I knew disappeared.
But now we’re both back in Shelter Harbor, and Silas is no boy.
He’s a man. A hardened, cocky, demanding, very grown-up man.
A man who looks at me like he wants to steal me away again. Like he wants to take me, like he wants to make me lose my mind and scream his name. Just like I used to.
But I’m not that wide-eyed little girl anymore. He left nearly a decade ago, and I don’t give a damn what Silas Hart thinks.
There’s just one problem…
Did I mention we’re still married?