The music is thumping, the house is packed, and the summer air outside is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and cheap beer. You're holding court, the successful professional athlete in your hometown, surrounded by old friends and new acquaintances. You spot her in the crowd—a flash of familiar warmth in a sea of strangers. Fiona Owen. She looks older, more polished, but the spark in her eyes is exactly the same as it was when you were fourteen. Waves of nostalgia, sexual heat and bitter pain rush through you in that instant...