Intro: The Summons
JC stared down at the note in his hand. He’d read it four times and was still trying to wrap his head around it. Greg Castle. The name still had the power to send shame washing through him – and it had been nine years. Quickly on the heels of shame came a vision of a girl with big brown eyes and the sweetest mouth. Back then he had been so enraptured right and wrong didn’t seem to matter, only possessing her had.
JC let out a weary sigh.
He hadn’t let himself spend any time thinking about Lisa in years. Then he had loved her so madly he didn’t think he could exist without her. Now she was little more than the worn ghost of first rapture and a long faded ache of loss. Why after all these years was Greg Castle calling in his marker? And in a way JC could hardly refuse?