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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  Chapter Fifty-Eight

  Chapter Fifty-Nine

  Chapter Sixty

  Chapter Sixty-One

  Chapter Sixty-Two

  Chapter Sixty-Three

  Chapter Sixty-Four

  Chapter Sixty-Five

  Chapter Sixty-Six

  Chapter Sixty-Seven

  Chapter Sixty-Eight

  Chapter Sixty-Nine

  Chapter Seventy

  Chapter Seventy-One

  Chapter Seventy-Two

  Chapter Seventy-Three

  Chapter Seventy-Four

  Chapter Seventy-Five

  Chapter Seventy-Six

  Chapter Seventy-Seven

  Chapter Seventy-Eight

  Chapter Seventy-Nine

  Chapter Eighty

  Chapter Eighty-One

  Chapter Eighty-Two

  Chapter Eighty-Three

  Chapter Eighty-Four

  Chapter Eighty-Five

  Chapter Eighty-Six

  Chapter Eighty-Seven

  Chapter Eighty-Eight

  Chapter Eighty-Nine

  Chapter Ninety

  Chapter Ninety-One

  Chapter Ninety-Two

  Chapter Ninety-Three

  Chapter Ninety-Four

  Chapter Ninety-Five

  Chapter Ninety-Six

  Chapter Ninety-Seven

  Chapter Ninety-Eight

  Chapter Ninety-Nine

  Chapter One Hundred

  Chapter One Hundred One

  Chapter One Hundred Two

  Chapter One Hundred Three

  Chapter One Hundred Four

  Chapter One Hundred Five

  Chapter One Hundred Six

  Chapter One Hundred Seven

  Chapter One Hundred Eight

  Chapter One Hundred Nine

  Chapter One Hundred Ten

  Epilogue

  About the Author

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 by Allison B. Hanson. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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  First Edition September 2018

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  Chapter One

  Outside Denver, Colorado

  No one in the history of the world had ever been this nervous at a child’s soccer game. U.S. Deputy Marshal Dane Ryan knew he shouldn’t be here. He’d taken every precaution, but it still wasn’t safe.

  Not only was he at risk of being discovered, but he was sure the fake mustache made him look like a 70s porn star.

  The mothers sharing the bleachers stared at him and murmured to each other. He was a stranger, and mothers protected their young with a vengeance. Especially from men who looked like they made a living playing the part of Hot Copier Repairman.

  The truth was, Dane wasn’t even watching the game in the field where he was seated. His interest was in the game in the neighboring field where the ten-year-olds played with slightly more skill.

  His son, Tobey, was number twenty-one. Tobey needed a haircut, and the lace on his left shoe was coming untied. Dane knew all those things, but he didn’t know his son’s favorite flavor of ice cream. Did he really like playing soccer, or did he feel obligated to join because his friends did?

  At the other field Dane’s wife, Caroline, sat next to her new husband, Randy, and cheered for their son’s team. Technically, she was still his wife. Not his ex-wife. Although, since she’d been told he died in a fire, he couldn’t blame her for moving on with her life. Legally, their marriage ended when his death certificate was filed five years ago.

  Five years ago, when David Ryan ceased to exist, and Dane Ryan was born from the ashes.

  Just then, Tobey scored a goal, and Dane yelled out. “Good job!”

  Except, at the field where he was seated there was a time out for a crying child.

  Shit.

  He gauged the spectators. The lionesses were uneasy. He should go. This was too risky. Worse, it was becoming a habit.

  He’d stayed away from his old life for years, but recently, while on medical leave recovering from being shot in the leg, he’d become restless.

  Restlessness had given way to curiosity, and curiosity—along with a strong wave of missing what he’d lost—had brought him here. Three times.

  It wasn’t healthy. This wasn’t his life anymore. He’d given it up so Tobey and Caroline would be safe. So they wouldn’t have
to uproot their lives and start over because of his mistake.

  One of the women had pulled out her phone and had it pointed in his direction.

  Time to go.

  With one last look at his son running down the field, Dane let out a sigh and slid out of his seat. He needed to leave before his photo ended up all over Facebook. No doubt these women would recognize him if he came back. Which meant he couldn’t come back.

  He’d tried to stay away but hadn’t been able to. Now he had a compelling reason.

  He was dead. It was time to start acting like it.

  His leg was stiff from sitting for so long, and the dampness from the late-April day didn’t help much. The familiar pain throbbed though his left thigh as he limped away.

  He paused behind a tree to see Tobey run over to Caroline and Randy. It was obvious his son was happy and loved. That was all Dane needed to know.

  It was time to move on.

  This time for real.

  Chapter Two

  Miles and hours away from the soccer field, Dane decided it was safe to stop for the night. He chose a hotel with a bar across the street, knowing he didn’t want to be alone.

  In his past life he had been a people person. He’d had clients and meetings. There had been daily interactions with people. As a U. S. Deputy Marshal assigned to Task Force Phoenix, he sometimes went days without speaking out loud.

  After seeing the happy family that should have been his, he needed to feel connected to someone. If only for a night.

  The usual twinge of disappointment washed over him at the idea of sleeping with a stranger. He could forgive Caroline for getting married and moving on. She thought he was dead. But Dane didn’t have the luxury of that freedom. In his mind, he was still married. Regardless of how tense and strained that marriage had become before it ended with his fake death, he wasn’t the type of man to walk away.

  Tonight, he granted himself permission from his list of reasons. Not only was he no longer legally married, but he was not the same person Caroline had married eleven years ago. He had a different identity, a different job, and lived a much different life.

  No longer the young executive who was eager to please, he was now a hardened thirty-five-year-old marshal who’d been trained to kill, and had used that training six times in the last five years.

  Time had moved on, and they’d both changed.

  As much as it bothered him, he knew deep in his heart that if he’d stayed, they wouldn’t still be married. They’d been headed for divorce; he’d just been too stubborn to say it, and she’d refused to give up her pretense of living the perfect life. It didn’t matter that they were miserable. If they appeared happy, they were.

  The walls of the bar were covered with the normal sports memorabilia. It appeared hockey was the owner’s favorite. The place was crowded, but naturally there were no lone women at the bar waiting for him to walk in. That would have been too easy.

  He sat next to a group of people and nodded in greeting. A few minutes later, he had inserted himself into their conversation and was having a good time.

  Feeling someone brush up against him from the other side, he turned to see a gorgeous brunette sit down.

  “Was someone sitting here?” she asked when she noticed him looking at her. Dane had tossed the mustache as soon as he was out of town, but the residue from the adhesive pulled as he smiled.

  “No. Help yourself.” There was only one seat available next to him, which meant she wasn’t expecting anyone to join her.

  Digging through her purse, she smiled at the bartender. “Can I get a beer? The special would be great.” She pulled some money out and stacked it on the bar in front of her, the international sign she planned to stay awhile.

  In a matter of minutes, they were chatting easily, and she had shared her story—divorced, not looking for anyone. Lena Scott was focusing on her career in design, and she was in town for a meeting. It had gone well, but now she was second-guessing everything because they hadn’t called her back yet. She took a sip of her beer and looked at him expectantly.

  Right. She wanted him to share. Normal people expected a person to reciprocate. He swallowed down the urge to tell her the truth, and pushed the lies out of his mouth.

  “I’m in sales. Just passing through.” That was the extent of his story. He kind of blanked out while studying her eyes. They were multi-colored. Gold, green, blue, and gray all mixed together in a kaleidoscope of colors.

  “Are you married?” she asked.

  He shook himself from the hypnotic trance so he could focus.

  “No. No, I’m not,” he answered with a smile.

  Things were definitely looking up.

  Chapter Three

  Lena Scott smiled back at the man sitting next to her, tamping down her acute nervousness.

  She’d expected this to be easier. There’d been a time, years ago, when meeting a guy in a bar hadn’t made her panic. It had been easy to start up a conversation and find a common interest. All over the world, millions of people spent their Saturday evenings playing out this tried-and-true method of seeking out companionship.

  Unfortunately, she wasn’t really here for companionship. She had a very different motive, and it was that motive that caused her voice to shake when she’d asked him if he was married.

  She let out the breath she was holding when he answered in the negative. It wouldn’t be the first time a man lied about having a wife when meeting a woman in a bar, but she believed him.

  About that part, at least.

  The rest, she wasn’t certain. Sales? She didn’t get that vibe. The way he’d brushed over her questions to turn them back on her convinced her he wasn’t who he was pretending to be.

  Not that she should judge. She wasn’t in Colorado for a meeting. She wasn’t a designer. And she wasn’t going to sleep with him, despite the attraction that spiked when she looked into his warm brown eyes.

  At another time, she might have been interested in the lean muscles, the dirty-blond hair, and bright smile. But she had a job to do. One she couldn’t afford to mess up. Getting to know him would only make that job more difficult…but she wasn’t ready to move on to the next step. She needed time to mentally prepare.

  She turned up her smile and leaned closer, using her body language to promise all the things she wouldn’t be able to deliver.

  Chapter Four

  Dane spent the next hour talking and laughing with the beautiful woman. Lena was just what he needed to help him feel alive again. Being dead took its toll.

  “I’ll be flying out tomorrow,” he said when it was going on midnight. It was time to seal the deal and move this somewhere more private.

  He hoped she wouldn’t mind if he stayed the night. It somehow seemed more respectable if he stayed rather than ran away like a thief in the night.

  “What time is your flight? I’m leaving tomorrow, too,” she said after biting her bottom lip.

  She was a bit of a puzzle. She seemed to know where this was going, but there was something—shyness maybe?—that made him think she didn’t do this very often.

  “Eight,” he answered honestly. Throughout their conversation there had been several times when he’d been able to tell her the truth. He’d enjoyed sharing those small facts. It made this next step slightly easier.

  “Eight forty-five,” she said with a smile.

  “Maybe we could have breakfast together before leaving for the airport,” he hinted with a grin.

  She pressed her lips together and kept her gaze on the empty glass in her hands. He noticed her hands were shaking, but she gripped the glass tighter and smiled.

  “What happens in Denver, stays in Denver?” she offered quietly.

  “That’s right.”

  “Okay.”

  He could tell by the dip of her head she was nervous. She must not make a habit of meeting men at bars and taking them back to her room. That made this even better.

  His leg throbbed when he stood,
causing him to suck in a quick breath as the shooting pain subsided. He’d broken down and taken a pain killer when Lena was checking her phone, but it hadn’t taken effect yet.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Are you okay?” She looked down at his leg.

  “Yeah. Old injury.” Injuries, he corrected silently. He didn’t offer the story since it was too unbelievable, even to him.

  First, he’d been shot in the leg by his boss’s daughter. She’d been afraid at the time, and Dane was the first person to move toward her. A few months later, he was bitten by a dog in the same leg. And just three weeks ago, he’d been doing surveillance and fell off a roof. The same leg got ripped up on a fence. He was cursed.

  “You kind of got a sexy John Wayne swagger thing going on,” she said with a laugh that made his body stir.

  “Thank you, ma’am.” He tipped his imaginary cowboy hat and grinned.

  This was going well. He liked a woman with a sense of humor. Caroline had been funny when they were in college, but real life had stripped it away.

  “If you like the swagger, wait until you see the sexy scars.” Depending on the angle, they resembled an old woman with a pipe or a tree being stepped on by a giant chicken foot.

  She laughed again. “You really know how to sell it.”

  He reached for her hand and tugged her into him. Their lips met, and she let out a soft sigh as she melted against him.

  One thing that hadn’t changed about Dane in all these years, he was still a romantic. He enjoyed the thrill of a first kiss, and the way a woman’s eyes lit up when she was interested. The anticipation of slowly stripping a woman and revealing each treasure of her body.

  Maybe that was the reason he didn’t care for the normal bar hook-up. It lacked the natural exploration. It felt manufactured and fake.

  This kiss, however, felt real.

  Excitement and anticipation tingled down his spine.

  His earlier concern of whether or not he would regret doing this was gone. It still might end up being a bad idea, but at the moment he no longer cared.

  He wanted Lena.

  He managed to release her so they could continue to her hotel room. Inside, he closed the door and pressed her up against it to kiss her lips and move down her throat.

  “Let’s have a drink,” she said as she maneuvered away from him. He backed off, knowing she might be having second thoughts about being with a stranger.