On my wedding day, Adrian Cross leaned close enough for the photographers to mistake his warning for a kiss. "You'd better be as vicious this time as you were last time." I remembered the six workers who died at Dock Nine, the lies that buried their names, and the marriage Adrian and I had turned into a weapon before it destroyed us both. Now I had a second chance, a husband who remembered the same ruined future, and nine days before the dock's safety inspection was meant to fail. I could expose the people who planned it, but doing so might cost me the family company I had spent my life protecting. The question was whether Adrian and I could choose each other before we became each other's worst enemy again.