His Fatal Mistake

The night the psychotic killer promised to murder Laney, Ethan—lead homicide detective and my husband—personally forced Laney's red dress over my head.

"Avery, please. I'm begging you just this once."

"That psycho specifically asked for Laney. You have the tactical training. You're the only one who can draw him away."

My fingers tightened around the ultrasound scan tucked in my pocket—the one I hadn't had the chance to show him yet.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I choked out a single word: "Okay."