Chasing Smoke

I've been running toward burning buildings for a decade. Then my best friend's widowsmiled at me for the first time in two years, and I knew right then I was introuble.After Caleb died, I made a promise—I’d take care of his wife. Keep an eye on her.Check in on her. Make sure she kept on living.Collins insists she’s fine. She’s not.So when she finally agrees to let me help pull her out of her grief, I vow to standbeside her however long she needs me, no matter how much it costs me.Collins isn’t supposed to smile at me like she does. She’s not supposed to let me in.And she definitely isn’t supposed to be the best part of my day.She was Caleb’s. I know that.The problem is, I can't stop wondering what it would be like if Collins wasn't justsomeone I was meant to protect.But mine.