I might have made it as an NFL quarterback, but I was still me– still living in my hometown north of Nashville and tackling being a single dad. The media assumed I wore a halo beneath my helmet, but they didn't know my tragic past. I was no angel. Because the only woman I ever truly loved was the girl who stole my heart when it was committed to another, and I never recovered from the mess we created. Seven years is a long time to wait for a second chance. I tried to move on and live without her. Now, Eden's returned home to haunt me all over again, making me feel all the things I can't deny when she's near. She might have her running shoes strapped on tight, but I'm desperate for her to stay this time. In order to do that, I need to find a way for us to put the past where it truly belongs, buried six feet deep with the person whose death still stands between us. I didn't become one of the best in the league by playing it safe. Eden's always been mine, and it's time she finally learns it, too.