CALDER:

When I wake up, I’m face down in the dirt—head bleeding, no memory. Just a photo of a woman I don’t recognize.

They say I had a name. A life. A girlfriend waiting.

But none of it feels right.

What does feel right is Shane—the man who keeps showing up at my door with steady hands and quiet eyes. He’s not part of the life I’m supposed to remember. But I lean toward him without thinking.

If forgetting brought me to him, I hope I never remember.

SHANE:

I know who Calder is. Seen him around town—rugged, straight, completely off-limits.

So when I find him unconscious on...

CALDER:

When I wake up, I’m face down in the dirt—head bleeding, no memory. Just a photo of a woman I don’t recognize.

They say I had a name. A life. A girlfriend waiting.

But none of it feels right.

What does feel right is Shane—the man who keeps showing up at my door with steady hands and quiet eyes. He’s not part of the life I’m supposed to remember. But I lean toward him without thinking.

If forgetting brought me to him, I hope I never remember.

SHANE:

I know who Calder is. Seen him around town—rugged, straight, completely off-limits.

So when I find him unconscious on Stratton land with no ID and no clue who he is, I figure he’ll be gone as soon as he remembers.

But every day Calder stays, it gets harder. The way he lingers feels less like confusion and more like choice.

I should keep my distance. I’ve been here before—falling for a straight guy, hoping for something that never comes.

Now I’m not sure what would hurt more: giving in or letting go.

This is the third book in the Western Oath series. It can be read as a standalone with no cliffhanger.