After surviving ten years in prison, Cameron Pierce is attempting to put the past behind him.
He tries to adjust to his newfound freedom with a place
at the halfway house and a job.
But one lesson he learned in prison keeps him guarded:
hope is a dangerous thing.
Hunter Donovan, Assistant State Attorney, is a man of justice who loves a challenge.
After a lifetime of putting his career first, a milestone brings him to a harsh realization—he's lonely.
Hunter's world changes when he meets Cam.
The wary young man intrigues him and awakens a desire unlike anything he's ever experienced.
When Cam's past resurfaces and threatens to rip them apart, their budding relationship is challenged and
Cam's hope for a future begins to dim.
These outside forces hunting Cam will
stop at nothing to send him back to prison.
But they'll have to get past Hunter first.
Hunter stood in line and watched Cam tend to the few lingering post-lunchtime customers.
Cam's smile came a little easier and his stance less guarded.
His body, although still lean, was tighter and a little broader from the yard work at the halfway house.
A slight tan colored his skin now, the faint golden tone further accentuating the blue in his eyes and the
white of his smile.
His hair had a sprinkling of highlights as
if the sun had kissed his head.
Sunrises gave him hope, but they also seemed to awaken a natural physical beauty that had been hidden for far too long.
"How can I help you?Sir,"
Cam said when it was finally Hunter's turn at the register.
Hunter leaned over the counter.
"You know that drives me nuts."
Cam smiled and grabbed Hunter's tie to pull him closer.
After a quick peck, Cam released him.
Hunter reached over and rubbed Cam's stubble.
"Are you letting this grow out?"
He looked away and scratched his growing scruff.
"It makes me look older."
"Since when do you want to look older?"
Cam shrugged again and fidgeted with the receipts.
Realization finally hit Hunter.
He grabbed Cam's chin and forced him to make eye contact.
"Are you doing that for me?"
Cam's mouth narrowed and his brows lowered.
"There's not much I can do for you.
So if growing some hair on my face will make you
feel a little less self-conscious,
then I'll grow a full fucking beard if I have to."
Jaime Reese is the alter ego of an artist who loves the creative process of writing, just not about herself. Fiction is far more interesting.
She has a weakness for broken, misunderstood heroes and feels everyone deserves a chance at love and life.
An avid fan of a happy ending, she believes those endings acquired with a little difficulty are more cherished.
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