"I'm…I'm sorry." Casey chewed her bottom lip. The bad memories of Paul Marsden hovering beneath the surface bubbled up in bursts like the explosion of a geyser. No matter how she battled them, the pain never seemed to go away. Could she open herself up to T.J. and relive past memories again?

She turned her stiff body against the warmth of his, his hand stroking her back, her hip, her shoulder. Even under his soothing touch, she couldn't make herself relax. Not when T.J. wanted her to ...