"A nice change of pace to see a married couple so in love and infatuated with one another. This is a great read for the autumn season!" - RT Book Reviews
Kate and Price Lewis had the perfect marriage—love, fulfilling careers, and a great apartment in the city. But when Price’s work takes him overseas and his plane goes down, their happily-ever-after goes down with it.
A year later, Kate is still trying to cope. She’s tied to her grief as tightly as she was bound to Price. When her sister-in-law coaxes her into an extended girls’ trip—three weeks on a remote island in the South Pacific—Kate agrees. At a villa as secluded as the island, they’re the only people in sight, until Kate sees a ghost walking toward them on the beach. Price is alive.
Their reunion is anything but picture perfect. Kate has been loyal to the husband she thought was dead, but she needs answers. What she gets instead is a cryptic proposal—go back home in three weeks, or disappear with Price...forever.
Emotions run high, passions burn bright, and Kate faces an impossible choice. Can Price win back his wife? Or will his secrets tear them apart?
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I’d dreamed of this day. I’d lain in bed countless nights torturing myself with the possibility of it. At least half those nights were spent trying to talk myself out of it too.
I could have let her move on and forget about me. Maybe that would have been the right thing to do, but the minute I picked up the phone and called Michelle, I knew there was no going back. Even if Kate had fallen in love with someone else, I’d find a way to get her back. She was my wife, and nothing would ever change that. Not even my supposed death.
The sun was hot on my shoulders, the sand giving way to my footsteps as I walked toward her figure on the beach. She was faced my way, her gaze seemingly fixed on me. My heart started to race. Did she recognize me already?
My imagination rushed through every scenario I’d fantasized about. Her happy tears. Jumping into my arms. Falling into bed the first second we could. My palms itched to touch her again. My sweet Kate…
She stood stock still as I approached, her mouth agape, arms limp by her sides. So no jumping into my arms then.
I slowed in front of her, and my heart stopped as our gazes locked. Those blue eyes… Heaven help me, they’d slain me the second I saw them back in school. I was a goner. Nothing had changed.
I reached out, desperate to touch her.
But she shook her head, lifting a trembling hand to her lips. “It can’t be.”
“Kate, it’s me,” I said with more force. “It’s Price.”
She kept shaking her head, almost stumbling backward. “You’re not real. This isn’t real. You’re dead.”
“No, I’m real, sweetheart. It’s me. I promise you.” I couldn’t keep my distance anymore. I took a couple long strides toward her, grasping her arms and bringing us chest to chest.
But the second I touched her, a sob tore from her throat. Her pain was so raw, so real. It clawed down my limbs and slugged me in the gut. I wrapped my arms around her, buried my face in her neck, and breathed her in. Grapefruit. God, she still smelled the same. I wished everything else could be the same right now.