Dear Stalker

Cursed in love, I thought I had to watch the woman I love drift through life without me.

One slow dance in a dark hole-in-the-wall biker bar seals the deal for me. I can’t keep my distance. Hiding in the shadows and watching her any way I can isn’t enough. Not when I need her more than I need to breathe.

Then she starts to leave me notes, giving me more of herself than I thought possible, and I know I have to claim what’s mine.
They say the Hart men aren’t meant to find their forever, but curses be damned.