He started coming home early.
He cooked. He asked about her work like he wanted the answer. He put his phone face up on the table and left it there all evening — and Tessa Brandt watched her husband not turn it over and thought: there he is. He's back.
After eighteen months of a man she barely saw, she got three good weeks of the one she married.
She told her best friend they were going to be alright.
She meant it.
He had already slept with someone else.
Delaney Frost came back to Kestrel Bay with a box of her dead brother's things and a question nobody had answered in fourteen years. Callan owed that man everything.
Help her, Tessa said. She meant that too.
What she didn't know was that her husband had already started deciding what she was strong enough to hear.
One night in July. He stopped it.
And then he didn't.
Then he came home — and bought a road atlas at a gas station, and opened it on their kitchen table, and planned a trip they were never going to take.
Twenty-one days.
He had twenty-one days to tell her.
He spent every one of them making her happy.
Tessa restores things for a living. She spends her days deciding what can be saved and what has to be rebuilt from nothing, and she has never once been wrong about a piece of leather.
This is the first time she's had to make that call about a man.
An angsty, dual-POV MC biker romance — told in her voice and his. Marriage betrayal, other woman drama, a separation that costs her everything, and a grovel earned in months, not chapters. No cheating after the truth comes out. No love triangle. Guaranteed HEA — but she makes him wait for it.
