My father was a complicated man. The world knew him as a criminal who consorted with other, worse criminals. To me, he was my savior—the man who'd rescued a scared, orphaned little girl. He'd taken me …
Tucker Mitchell was the one who got away. Not that he knew he’d plagued my dreams for the last decade. A run-in here, a run-in there, kept those fantasies alive and well. Or maybe it was the memory of…
