Tucker Mitchell was the one who got away. Not that he knew he’d plagued my dreams for the last decade. A run-in here a run-in there kept those fantasies alive and well. Or maybe it was the memory of the night we gave in to our attraction only to come to our senses the next morning. A moment of weakness for both of us. Our lives were too complicated—we were too complicated. But ten years later I couldn’t get him out of my mind and now I had to work with the former DEA Agent. Not only that we were going undercover as fake husband and wife. Professionalism wouldn’t save me—not when I was already in love with a man who I couldn’t have. But my past could—I’d hold on to all the heartbreak and keep myself safe. Tucker was a means to an end—nothing more. He couldn’t be. ATF Agent Liza Monroe was the very definition of bad timing. From the moment I laid eyes on the woman I knew letting her walk away would be my biggest regret. And over the years those regrets compounded as our liv