Prez's Runaway Bride

I left Wraith Boone at the altar eight years ago, in a borrowed dress, with his baby already inside me. The club was dangerous. He was dangerous. And I was twenty-two and terrified. Now I'm back in Ironwood to sell my mother's house, and my daughter has his gray eyes and his stubborn jaw. Wraith never remarried. Never even looked. He's spent eight years running the Wailing Sons with a cold calm that scares the brothers more than any rage. Then he saw our daughter in the hardware store, and the calm broke. He wants fourteen days with her. Fourteen days to be a father. And fourteen days to make me look at him — really look — and decide if I can stop running long enough to let him love me. Fourteen days. A lifetime. A second chance with the only man I ever wanted.