Either way he was a condemned man... So here I sit, writing letters that have no hope of reaching you until I am free to deliver them myself. With luck, that will be soon. For your eighteenth birthday is coming, and I intend to be there, like I promised.... For years, a trumped—up charge —— and a Central American prison cell —— kept Jax Winchester from claiming the girl he loved. Now he was a free man. Or was he? For only the memory of Kelly O'Brien —— and the letters he'd composed to her —— had kept him going. But once he was released, he knew he was still a prisoner —— in a jail of his own making. The way out this time? Keep that promise he'd made to Kelly all those years ago —— and claim her for his own....
