The hope of a future for the broken begins in Mourning.
Reporter Eve Darling has the story of lifetime, a candidate for governor and his brother connived a baby away from a teenage mom and plan on repeating it. Her boss won’t believe without a source. Eve isn’t willing to give up the first woman—herself. She turns to skip-tracer Alex Stratford to help locate the new intended victim.
Alex is stunned when Eve shows up and requests help. The woman who once accused him of murder now accuses another man of a crime. Having battled Eve’s mudslinging himself, and barely winning, Alex refuses.
Determined to bring the brothers to justice, Eve continues on her mission alone. When she’s attacked, Alex rushes to her aid—and a decision alters lives forever. Can a battered and disgraced Eve and a battle-scarred Alex ever feel worthy of love from another...or themselves?
"You're a menace." He lifted up the visor and glared at her.
She shot one right back. "I wanted to talk to you. It wasn't my fault you were speeding."
"I wasn't--" Forget it. If one thing he knew about Eve Darling it was no person on the face of the Earth could talk sense into the woman. She lived in a world where only her goals and herself matter. Heck with everyone else. "Go about your business. I'm fine."
Alex limped toward his motorcycle. Pain arced up his leg with each step. He should stop but didn't want to show weakness in front of anyone -- especially Eve. The woman had set out to destroy him once and her reappearance in his life meant she was gearing up for round two.
Eve placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Are you sure you should?"
"Ignore you? Yes."
"Move. You look kind of rough." Eve pointed at his arm then his legs.
A tear ran down the length of the arm of his leather jacket. At least it protected his hide for the most part. Patches of skin were torn off his legs, the left leg bearing the worst injury. Blood ran down his knee, staining his jeans and his running shoes.
"Let me help."
"You've helped enough." Alex struggled to get the Night Rod righted as pain coursed down his arm.
"Please, I need to talk to you." Eve sighed and fixed her deep brown eyes on him, sadness mixed with a little excitement lurked in the depths.
Alex wanted no knowledge of the thoughts running through her conniving mind. "I'd rather you didn't."
"I need your help, Alex." She glanced over her shoulder then stepped closer to him. Her lilac perfume weaved around him. The delicate scent was such a strong contrast to the abrasive woman. Alex felt a little tug in his heart. The same twinge he always got when he allowed the protective urge to override common sense. Not this time.
"No way." Alex stepped away from her and the enticing scent.
"I'm serious. There's a woman in trouble. A lot of trouble and she needs help."
"Go to the police."
"I tried. They don't believe me."
After what happened -- what she did -- when they first met, she expected him to help her? Was Eve Darling out of her mind or think he was a total idiot? Or a glutton for pain and punishment. Okay, he already knew the answer to the first question. The woman expected him to help her after she caused a wreck, and had accused him of being a murderer a little over a year ago. Not a chance. He wasn't as stupid as she thought.