IF ONLY HE COULD REMEMBERâĻ
He called himself Shane, but Eden Hawke knew heâd made it up. The gorgeous stranger had collapsed at her door in the middle of the night, and it was selfishness that made her take him in. For in his pocket heâd carried a picture of her sonâthe child sheâd lost years ago.
Shane owed Eden answers, but all he had were more questions. Such as, where was the beautiful investigatorâs missing little boy? Why were thugs after them? And most important, who was he? His growing protectivenessâand desireâfor Eden led him to believe he wasnât a killer. His memory held the clues, but when his amnesia subsided, would either of them be safe from the truth?