Wayward Sons

He was my high school crush. Now he’s pretending to be my boyfriend—and I’m pretending I’m not falling for him. When Hoyt McNamara stepped in to rescue me from a drunk with grabby hands, pretending to be my boyfriend, I knew two things: One, I still hadn’t outgrown the way I felt about him. Two, it was a terrible idea to let him get involved.

I drowned when I was sixteen. My brother's best friend brought me back, but nothing was the same. I can't remember what happened. My parents dragged me away from my island home in the name of keeping me safe, and thrust me into hell instead. I came back to Hatterwick to rebuild my life and—hopefully—my memory. Now a new inheritance threatens to expose those long buried secrets, and someone will stop at nothing to ensure I never remember what really happened that fateful night.

Ford Donoghue broke my heart a decade ago. And no matter how hard I tried, I was never really over it. I perfected the art of ignoring him whenever he came home to Hatterwick Island—cold shoulders, polite smiles, and walls a mile high. It worked. Until the day his thirteen-year-old daughter walked into my bar, scared and looking for a father she’s never met. One phone call later, Ford’s back in Hatterwick. And so are all the feelings I swore I’d buried. But this isn’t about us. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be. When a body washes up on the beach, the whole island goes on edge.