<p><strong style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)><em>Why was he alive?&nbsp;</em></strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>It wasn't fair. Austin Ward had no one. No wife or daughter or even a damn dog. So why was he alive and his partner the one with all those things was dead?&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>Austin wasn't the only one who wanted answers. His dead partner's sugar-sweet librarian daughter showed up at his house and forced her way inside demanding the truth. Her tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes gutted him. He ached to wrap her curvy body in his arms and lose himself in her. Erase his pain and hers at once.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>But Lacey MacNeil was off-limits. Forbidden. Innocent and too vulnerable for a man like him to take advantage of in her agony. Even if he understood it shared it.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>So Austin did what he had to do and threw her out.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>Right into the crosshairs of the man who killed her father.&nbsp;</span></p>