People have called Alexander many things over the years, but it’s the last one he’s been living for.
Years ago, the Wynters ripped away everyone he’d loved. He made a promise then to erase that name. Now, with the family matriarch dead, he walks through the gates of their Connecticut estate as the owner with a sledgehammer in his hand. The only thing left to do is say goodbye to his beloved Charles.
He didn’t expect to find Rebecca, the third in their lovers’ trio, standing there.
He didn’t expect the man who is helping him settle the Wynter estate to offer himself to him and Rebecca as a stopgap to recapture a happier time.
He didn’t expect to fall in love again—with both of them.
They say three is the strongest number. But sometimes the ghosts of the past are unbeatable, even for three.
Elizabeth SaFleur
