She came to Saltwind Harbor to disappear. He came to stop running from what he used to be. Neither of them planned on being seen.
Mira Kessler left a cutthroat forensic accounting career — and the man who tried to bury her professionally when she refused to look away from his books — for a quiet inlet on the Maine coast and a half-renovated bakery she can almost afford. She wants sourdough starters and salt air, not spreadsheets and subpoenas. She does not want the marina's new security consultant looking at her like he's already decided she's his problem to solve.
Gabriel Vance left the Army's Criminal Investigation Division the way you leave a house fire — fast, and with things you couldn't save. Saltwind Harbor was supposed to be easy: quiet contracts, quiet nights, no one's life in his hands. Then he catches the new baker photographing shipping manifests she has no reason to understand, and the pull toward her hits him harder and faster than any instinct he's trained to trust.
The numbers Mira noticed almost by accident — a pattern that used to be her job to find — belong to a laundering operation running straight through the harbor she just fell in love with, and the men behind it don't forgive witnesses. When her bakery is broken into and a warning is left in her own flour, Gabe becomes the only person standing between her and a threat that already knows her name.
Now they're sharing a roof, a target, and a fuse-short attraction neither of them can afford to survive falling into — because the closer they get, the closer the danger gets too, and someone in this town has been lying to both of them from the start.