Hiding His Twins From The Underboss

I saved a man bleeding out in the snow. He had no memory, so I called him Ben.

We lived in a cabin, fell in love, and married by firelight with no witnesses but the ghosts of my parents.

Then one day, he disappeared.

Two years later, he returned. Not as my husband, but as Bernard Logan, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family.

And he didn't remember me.

He brought his cruel new fiancée to my clinic and treated me like a stranger.

When she threw my father’s antique music box into a cactus display, he watched as I tore my hands apart trying to save it.