I never expected to see him again. Six years ago, Tomas "Hawk" Alviero vanished from Cala Sirena without a word, running from a danger he swore would follow him home.
I built a life without him — a small business by the harbor, an easy rhythm to my days, and a secret with his exact jaw and his exact stubborn eyebrows, sleeping down the hall every single night.
Then he rode back into the harbor like the past never left.
I know what I owe him. I know a drawing on the fridge and a scuffed bicycle helmet won’t stay hidden much longer, not with those eyes watching me across every fish market and quiet street in this town.
The danger he ran from is closer than either of us wants to admit. And this time, I’m done facing it alone.
