The Second Chance
She can’t remember the last five years…Chuck Mikkelson knows Shana doesn’t remember him…or that she wanted a divorce. But now she’s back in his home, and he vows to save their union at all costs. Will their rekindled passion be enough to convince her to stay when her memory returns?
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She canât remember the last five years...
Or the man who says heâs her husband.
Chuck Mikkelson knows Shana doesnât remember him...or that she wanted a divorce. But now sheâs back in his home, and he vows to save their union at all costs. This may be the only chance he has to win back his wife. Will their rekindled passion be enough to convince her to stay when her memory returns?
USA TODAY bestselling author CATHERINE MANN has won numerous awards for her novels, including both a prestigious RITA® Award and an RT Book Reviews Reviewersâ Choice Award. After years of moving around the country bringing up four children, Catherine has settled in her home state of South Carolina, where sheâs active in animal rescue. For more information, visit her website, catherinemann.com.
ISBN: 978-1-474-07690-6
THE SECOND CHANCE
© 2018 Catherine Mann
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To my gifted and delightful editor, Stacy Boyd.
âWrite to communicate to the hearts and minds of
others whatâs burning inside ⦠edit to let the fire show through the smoke.â (Arthur Plotnik)
Shana had once thought Chuck was the love of her life.
Sheâd have bet their marriage would last forever.
But today, Shana Mikkelson had to accept that she and Chuck were finished.
Now she just wanted peace, but peace was in short supply as she threw her husbandâs jeans into a suitcase on their bed. The musky scent of him wafted up from the denim, filling her every breath like a drug she could only quit cold turkey.
Her grief was too deep for tears. Truth be told, there werenât any tears left to shed. Sheâd just about cried herself into dehydration over this man. She tugged open his dresser drawer, scooped out an armful of socks and strode over to the bed again to dump them into his open luggage.
She kept her eyes on her task and off the bed where theyâd made love so oftenâalthough not as much lately. She definitely kept her gaze away from her handsome husband, his strong jaw jutting as he threw gear into his shaving kit. Too easily, she could be drawn into the sensual lure of the bristle on his face or the temptation to stroke his perpetually mussed sandy-brown hair. His headful of cowlicks refused to fall in line with the rest of his traditional good looks in a way that somehow made him all the more appealing.
He was like his home state of Alaska, majestic and untamed. Commanding the eye, and yet opaque as a dense forest trailing up a mountainside.
His footsteps sounded along the hardwood floor as he approached her. The storm in his green eyes broadcast his silent protest to her edict that he move out. He was leaving under duress. Well, tough. Sheâd given him chance after chance. He would cut back at work only to plunge into the office twice as hard again. He wasnât interested in significant change, and over time, that had diluted their love until there was nothing left.
