If I had known that night the danger surrounding me, I never would have asked her to dance.
The last thing I expected was for a single dance with the woman I loved to cause so much trouble.
For years, I’d danced around this flirtation with Bailey. We both knew it would eventually lead to that big, white chapel, overwhelming love, and a lifetime together that would rival any tragic love story.
If it weren’t for that dance.
That was the night everything changed.
I’d been planning this night with Bailey since I was in third grade when I rescued her from the monkey bars.
Ever since then, she was mine.
She knew it. My family knew it. Hell, the entire town had been waiting for the moment I would finally make my move.
Apparently, so was someone else.
But there was no joy where he was concerned, only a need for revenge that would destroy any happiness the two of us shared, along with anyone in my family.
No matter how hard I tried, there was no way out.
Her life was in danger, and it was all because of me. And that was something I just couldn’t tolerate.
She was the love of my life, but keeping her alive was more important than winning her in the end.
