The doorbell rang, cutting through the quiet afternoon like a knife. My heart skipped a beat. I didn't know why, but I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. I wiped my hands on my apron and walked to the door.
I pulled it open, and the world seemed to stop.
Standing there was Ford, my husband’s older brother. The man I hadn't seen up close in years.
Before I met my husband, Owen, Ford was mine. We had a secret, intense relationship. He was my first real love, the one who promised me the moon. Then, he chose the army. He left without a word, disappearing into the desert, leaving me broken. I met Owen later. I fell for his kindness, his steady soul. I had no idea they were brothers until it was too late. They looked nothing alike. Owen was lean and gentle; Ford was a mountain of muscle an
