We met my eighteenth summer at Kingfisher Cove. I was an innocent. On the cusp of womanhood. Untouched but jaded beyond my years. My future had been meticulously plotted and planned. It stretched in front of me. Smothering me. Endless duty and obligation-my legacy as a Randcliffe descendant. Jace was blue-collar. Rough and unrefined, from the wrong side of the Cove. He was the polar opposite of the prep school boys I usually dated...yet his...