If Cain Were Able by Jillian D. Wray

Patrick:
I prayed in vain that the surgeon’s name belonged to someone else. A face I didn’t know. A body I didn’t still crave twenty years later. No way was my past about to walk through this door…until he did. And the look on Cain Rosemont’s face tells me I may have escaped his hold once, but it won’t be happening a second time.

Cain:
When I push open the door to the exam room, my biggest regret is staring me in the face. I broke the man in front of me in more ways than one because I was terrified he’d break me first. Patrick Miller never knew the power he held over me, but if I’m not carful, he’ll discover it now. And this time, neither of us will make it out unscathed