How could she afford to welcome him home?
Amanda had been dangerously naive the summer Drank Daniels raked in a cool ten thousand dollars for leaving her family's Georgia estate and disappearing into the night without her. His betrayal had nearly killed her.
For six long years she'd fantasized about confronting him-to tell him exactly what she thought of him. But face-to-face her accusations were powerless.
The sad truth was, her secret fantasies always ended the same impossible way-with her beating her fists on his hard chest and him holding her tightly, explaining, soothing away the anguish of the horrible years....