Even if she never remembers us, I'll never stop loving her. Dermot "Timber" O'Shea Caelan Finnigan is mine. Just because she's technically a clubwhore and I haven't claimed her as my ol' lady doesn't change a thing. She's been mine since she was twenty-three- she just didn't realize it. Even though I swore I'd never take an ol' lady, things are changing. I'm changing. Watching my sister getting married, my older brother having a baby- I want all that. And I don't want it with anyone but Caelan. It's taken me years to buck up the courage to tell her, and I do . . . at my sister's wedding. And then my past and actions as an Enforcer come back to bite me in the ass, taking away the only thing that means a damn- her. One gunshot changes everything. Just because they didn't kill Caelan doesn't mean they didn't take her from me. After waking from a coma, she has no idea who she is . . . she doesn't know who I am. She remembers nothing about us. Not my love for her, not our history, not how tightly she holds my soul in the palm of her hand. I'm going to find the shooter, and then I'm going to bathe in their blood . . . but all that won't ensure that Caelan ends up mine. No. Now, I also have to make her fall in love with me all over again.