I desired to become lost in the small Maine town of Pelion. I wanted to forget what I had done. the raindrops falling. a blood. the icy touch of a pistol on my skin. Every breath I take for the past six months has served as a reminder that I lived while my father did not. Almost back to safety now. My entire world, however, tilts on its axis the instant I encounter Archer Hale, and it never recovers. Archer talks to no one until I intrude into his bizarre, silent, and lonely world. Yet something intangible occurs between us as seen in his whiskey-colored eyes. He is much more than just his appearance, presence, or the way his hands speak to me. On me. But the town is bogged down in