Sixteen years ago, Tyne Whitlock cut all ties to her past and left town under the shameful shadow of a teenage pregnancy. Now her fifteen-year-old son is in trouble with the law and she is desperate for help. But reaching out to high-powered attorney Lucas Silver Hawk will tear open the heart-wrenching past in ways Tyne never imagined.
Forced to return to the Delaware Indian community where Lucas was raised, Tyne and Lucas are tempted by the heated passion that consumed them as teens. Tyne rediscovers all the reasons she found this man irresistible, but there are scandalous secrets waiting to be revealed, disgraceful choices made in the past that cannot be denied. Love is a powerful force that could heal them both–if the truth doesn’t rip them apart.
(Excerpt from Chapter Ten)
Tyne looked out the car window at the lush, green trees flanking the narrow country road.
“You know,” she said, “I’ve been so focused today that I haven’t thought about Zach. I wonder what he’s doing.”
Lucas glanced at the clock on the dashboard. “He’s probably cleaning the fish they caught. Or stacking the firewood he collected.” He grinned. “Or sitting in a hole trying to figure out how to get out.”
“What?” She couldn’t tell if he was serious or if he was teasing her. “What are you talking about?”
“Uncle Jasper put me in a hole once.”
Tyne couldn’t believe her ears. “Lucas. Come on. Don’t tease me.”
“I’m serious.” He lifted one hand off the steering wheel. “First, he made me dig the hole. I spent a whole day with a shovel in my hands. ‘Deeper,’ he kept saying. ‘Deeper.’ And he made me go to sleep next to it that night not knowing what the danged thing was for. ‘That is for tomorrow,’ was all he’d tell me before sliding into his sleeping bag.”
Lucas’s smile never faltered. “The next morning he told me to jump down into the hole. Which I did, no questions asked. He told me I could have breakfast as soon as I’d climbed out, and then he walked away.”
She was quiet, her mind taken up with the idea of Zach out in the woods with Jasper… maybe standing in a hole he’d been forced to dig.
“Nearly three hours later and I was still standing there. Filthy from trying to scale the walls, frustrated as hell that I couldn’t.”
“Your tone is telling me this is a good memory,” she said, “but for the life of me, I don’t understand.”
He laughed. “Neither did I. And that was precisely the point of why I was in the hole for hours.”
“Little did I know, but my uncle was busy in the night. While I slept, he’d angled the sides of the hole so the opening was smaller than the base. It would have been impossible for me to climb out. It’ll be impossible for Zach to climb out too.”
“Lucas! You are not making me feel any better. Get to the good part, please.”
“I just hope he figures it out quicker than I did,” Lucas continued easily. “You see, many of those camping tasks will emphasize independence. They’re about learning self-reliance. But the hole? The hole is designed to make a man realize there are times when he can’t go it alone. He needs others.”
Tyne nestled into the seat, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “My son’s out in the woods somewhere, digging a hole,” she muttered. Her tone lowered. “Trapped in a hole.” She heaved a sigh and shook her head. “Wonderful.”