Hide. Repeat. That has been my life for longer than I remember. I know all it takes is one missed step…One person to recognize me.When my car breaks down leaving me stranded in the middle of Louisiana, I thought that was the worst thing that could happen. It was not. It was him. Ryker pulls no punches, he tells me how it is straight, and that frightens me. He tempts me. He makes me want to stop. He makes me want more.It can be my undoing. When the mafia catches up, can I leave? If I do, will I survive more heartache?