Overview

"Jackson?" ​

I blamed my uncharacteristic whisper on the shock of the situation. My usual military calm shattered by the man I was straddling. ​

I should have got my composure back and said something after, something like 'Are you real?' or 'How is this possible? Instead I gawped, mouth hanging and eyes tracking. Unlike the ghosts in my dreams, I could clutch at his skin, hear his sharp intakes of breath, smell the scent of wood smoke on his clothes. ​

The man beneath me, the one staring up at me with his dazzling grey irises and black hair fanned out on the floor. He was dead, had died years ago in a tragic accident. A tragic accident that not only robbed him of his young life, but took my mothers too. ​

I had wanted to start a new chapter in my life, had a path all set out for me to take. It should have been easy, burying my past, stepping into my future.

Life took an unexpected turn when I found myself pinning Jackson Price to the floor...