There are wounds that never show on the body.
For twenty-nine years, Colbie Bennington does as expected with an eternal smile stained on her lips. The biggest chances she’s ever taken can be counted on one hand, three fingers to be exact—her battered red chucks, painting her toenails a vibrant blue, and her wedding dress. Always the dutiful daughter and a Stepford fiancée, she has never acted on impulse, never been in love.
She’s never lived.
On her wedding day, Colbie ends a toxic relationship, drops the fake smile, and says, “I can’t do this anymore.”
Navy SEAL Zander Serrano returns home broken and burdened with a volcano of remorse. Too trapped in a mental war to be at peace and too damaged to be at war, he shuts the world out. The last thing he expects is to feel, especially for a runaway bride with her own baggage.
Two empty hearts marred in different spots find themselves drawn to one another. Each with their own scars. Some, the world can see. Others, unseen to the naked eye.
They say two broken people should not be together. But for Colbie and Zander, their attraction is undeniable, unexpected.
Can two souls with fractured parts be the best cure for each other’s wounds?
Starting over is never easy, but sometimes in life, everyone needs somewhere to begin.
When she looked at him again, she’d turned into a different person. She managed to fake a smile that buried her pain deep inside her heart. But her eyes remained cold, as if nothing in this world could melt them.
“Colbie, I’d never hurt you.”
She tucked wayward hair behind her ear, and then stared back at him, her eyes a defeated storm. “I know,” she said, a hint of apology in her voice. “I just don’t need the pity.”
At that, he cupped her face and slowly stepped into her space. Her hands immediately planted on his chest. The touch gave him a pure electrical jolt like nothing he’d ever experienced.
Zander waited for her to push him away. Instead, she tilted her head back to look at him, a soft expression on her face. For the longest minute, he ran his thumb along the curve of her cheekbone. Those sultry eyes of hers were heavy and aware, it was impossible for him not to be held prisoner by them. “This isn’t pity.” He dipped his head until their lips were a whisper apart. “Not even close.”
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