Jaxson Wyatt was six foot, four inches of pure masculinity. With his tan skin and washboard abs, he could have stepped off of a western version of GQ magazine. He'd been married once, but his wife, Ciera, died in a car accident, leaving him with two small children to raise on his own. Since the accident, Jaxson dreamt of her often. At times, it was as if she were trying to communicate with him, but he wasn't allowed to know the reason. Myranda Hawkes...