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320 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2009
Dreadlocks. What woman wore dreadlocks? Not his sort of woman, that was all there was to it.
Damn it, she was not what he wanted. And still he couldn’t keep his eyes from dropping to take in her nipples straining against the front of her shirt.
Long hair, motorcycle and neck tattoos hadn’t stopped the Browns from being really nice folks.
While they were naked and sweaty he seemed totally behind the idea of letting his freak flag fly, but afterward he’d distanced himself from her again.
Real men . . . good men didn’t want that sort of sex. Right?
She wasn’t fragile, wasn’t sweet. She was hot and wet and demanding in bed. She made him laugh too.
For the next two months their contact remained at a fever pitch. Any time they were alone for more than five minutes, they had sex.
Enjoyed her company, loved being around her. At the same time, he battled his guilt and shame over his desires and he didn’t quite know what to do about it.
“All I see is a man who can’t face himself. And it makes me sad, because you’re alive when we’re together and you’re not hiding who you are. You’re playing a game with this, a stupid game. Why I don’t know, because I like who you are. I won’t play this game with you. I’m worth more and so are you.”
Coming back to the Northwest seemed a lot less like escape than leaving it nearly ten years before had. He’d spun out of control, run from what could have been a great relationship and into a job he’d started out loving and that had ended up nearly killing him.
...his mind over the time they’d been apart though. Not that he’d pined for her, but a wisp of memory would come and fill him with the sense of longing,
“When I met Sheila, she was everything I wanted in a woman.” He paused. “Everything I thought I wanted. Soft. Feminine. She went to church on Sundays. We had dinner with her family every other weekend. She was—is beautiful in that “magazine spread for Family Circle” sort of way. Perfect. Blonde, big pale-blue eyes. Her voice is so soft and sweet.”
She held herself back, and while he understood he’d hurt her back then, he wanted her to give herself to him now.
She took a step back and dropped her bag on the table. “It’s not that. I just don’t like talking about it. And I don’t mean any of fense, but I trust three people. Me, Adrian and Brody.”