Still Mine

The worst kind of love is the kind that stays after you leave.

💔 Eric Mercer built himself from nothing.

No family. No safety net. Just the agency, the man who mentored him, and the borrowed family who set a place for him at their table like he belonged there.

Then he fell in love with their daughter.

Mia Vaughn was his trainee. Then his wife. Then the closest thing Eric had ever had to a home.

Until three days changed everything.

What happened while Eric was away is something neither of them talks about. Not to friends. Not to family. Maybe not even to each other.

Whatever they lost, their marriage went with it.

Two years later, they still work in the same building. Still pass each other like strangers. Still share a marriage certificate neither has ended and a house neither has managed to sell.

Professional contact. Zero personal.

Until Malcolm Sinclair puts them on the same mission.

A compromised asset. A small city in Mexico. One safehouse.

And three officers.

Eric.

Mia.

And Jonah Carter-the man she chose after him.

The man who knows exactly whose estranged wife he's been sleeping with.

And isn't apologising for it.

Three weeks is a long time to share four walls with the woman you married too fast and lost too slowly.

A long time to pretend you don't remember how it felt when she still reached for you.

A long time to watch another man make her laugh and wonder when she stopped doing that with you.

And an even longer time to avoid the one thing neither of you has been brave enough to face:

Maybe what destroyed you wasn't that you stopped loving each other.

Maybe it was that you never did.

Some things don't stay buried just because you stopped digging.

Some things claw their way back on their own.

And some loves don't know when they're supposed to die.

⚠️ This book will contain explicit sexual content between consenting adults (18+), crude language, trauma and pregnancy loss