Crow's Clover (Iron Thorn MC #18)

I have a fake name, a duffel bag I never fully unpack, and four months of looking over my shoulder.

Clover Ridge was supposed to be temporary. Small. Forgettable. The kind of town where no one asks questions.

Then I noticed him — quiet, watchful, always at the edge of the room, like he already knew every secret I was trying to hide.

He didn’t expose me. He didn’t ask what I was running from.

He just started standing between me and the dark, asking for nothing at all.

I’ve learned the hard way what trusting the wrong person costs. I don’t know yet what trusting the right one might give me back.

But every night his quiet, careful eyes find mine, I understand a little less of my own resolve to keep running — and a little more of how badly I want to stay.

What happens when the safest place you’ve ever hidden turns out to be a man?