Wife In Disguise

Josie had been wrong about being prepared to see Del again.

Especially after three long years and her endless, agonizing reconstructive surgeries and rehabilitation.

Recognition slammed into her. Her chest went tight, and her legs shook as she stared at the man who’d once been her husband.

Del was tall, broad shouldered, his muscles earned through years of construction work. His dark hair gleamed in the overhead lights, and his eyes were still chocolate-brown and glinting with humor. He was good-looking, charming and, she knew from experience, very attentive in bed.

He was also staring at her with the polite expression he would offer any stranger.

“I’m Delaney Scott,” he said, holding out his hand. “How can I help you?”

Josie blinked in surprise. Del didn’t recognize her.

While seeing him again had rocked her to her soul….