The man I’ve been in love with for forever—my ex’s best friend—just moved to my little mountain town. He hung up his badge and retired to hammer life back into the old fixer-upper ranch he bought.

After what happened the last time he was in town, I thought I had a part to play in his address switcheroo. Apparently, I didn’t…don’t.

He never called. Never texted. Never came around.

I resolved to share my tiny town with him and nothing else. Ever again.

That’s until I come home to a threatening letter with an uncanny similarity to a case Flynn worked. A case he thought was closed. A killer who should have been behind bars.

Now I’m living with him. Because he doesn’t trust anyone else to keep me safe. Like I need a man.

Ahem, I can’t fight worth crap so…maybe I do?

Either way, I’m determined to drive him mad with all that he’s missing. Starting with my collection of super cute nighties.

Who says being stalked by a serial killer has to put a damper on seduction?