I thought I was over him. 

It’s been five years since I laid eyes on Callum Reece. Five years since he told me he could never see me again…right after I married his brother.

Now he’s back, a year after my husband’s death to pay his respects. It was suicide, or so they tell me. One too many deployments have made Callum hard and cold, nothing like the sweet and kind man I knew before.

But he’s just the kind of man I need. Ruthless. Determined. Lethal.

Because I don’t think my husband committed suicide.

I think he was murdered.

As Callum and I try to uncover the truth and the body count of fallen Marines increases, the feelings we’d long since tried to deny resurface.