She'd rushed into marriage
Clay Forrester had swept his starry-eyed Australian bride off her feet. He'd made her feel special—witty and rather daring—a person who existed only for him, when all along she'd existed only as his instrument of revenge!
Melly's last words the night she'd confronted her father had been, "It's not true! Clay loves me. He does!" And yet she ran away.
For three long years Melly had managed to evade the past—until the day she ran right into her husband and a situation she had