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....