Page 1 of Destroyed With You

Prologue

I never meant to hurt him.

I never wanted to deceive him.

I regret the past every day, but I’ve learned to live with remorse. With loss.

I’ve learned to live in the dark.

Mostly, I’ve learned to live without love.

Now, I hold tight to the memory of the days we had together. I hug them close, soaking in the sweet brilliance of those long-ago moments. Shared glances. Stolen kisses. Long, sunny afternoons in bed, my skin hot and slick against his.

I close my eyes and let myself go back. I ignore the pain. The loss. The grief. I cling to those moments because they are all I have. All I can ever have.

I won’t ever be with him again. I know that.

Even if he wanted me—and, dear God, why would he?—I couldn’t say yes.

He was in love with a woman who didn’t exist. His Linda, he’d called me, but he’d been talking to a ghost. I might be flesh and blood, but I’m not real. I’m not sure I ever have been.

He’s the only man who’s ever made me feel whole, but I can’t be with him.

Even if I had the courage to tell him my secrets, it wouldn’t matter. All he would see is a woman he never knew. A woman he could never love.

Everything that had once been between us would evaporate in that moment, and where would I be then?

Still alone, but with my memories torn apart and my fantasies shattered.

At least now I can cling to the past. I can pull it out and polish it, making it shine in my memories. I can hug it hard and wish that things could have been different.

That, though, is impossible.

I can’t be anything other than the woman I am.

And the stone cold truth is simple. At the end of the day, I’m not the woman he loves.

I never really was.

Chapter One

“And he really didn’t tell you anything?” Emma leaned against Old Blue, Winston Starr’s ancient Ford pickup.

He was Colonel Anderson Seagrave of the Sensitive Operations Command, an elite intelligence branch of the National Security Council known colloquially as the SOC. Seagrave’s call had interrupted Winston while he was celebrating with his friends at Emma’s sister’s engagement party.

“All he said was that we needed to meet,” Winston told her.

The dark night air hung thick around them. A light breeze off the ocean carried cool air toward them, but Winston didn’t notice. On the contrary, he was hot. Burning from within. His mind and senses on overdrive as he turned all the possibilities over in his head, reaching one inevitable conclusion.

“But he must have mentioned Texas,” she prompted. “After the call, you told me you’re going back to Texas.”

Winston nodded. “Tomorrow. Apparently, he’ll tell me the rest when I see him tonight.”

“You,” Emma stressed, her hazel eyes narrowing. “Not us.”

“Just me.”

“You don’t answer to Seagrave anymore,” Emma pointed out. Once upon a time, Winston and Emma had been SOC operatives, but those days were long gone. Now they were both in the private sector, working for the Stark Security Agency, an elite organization founded by billionaire Damien Stark after the kidnapping of his youngest daughter.