Deputy Sheriff Shawn McDuff can’t figure out why the new teacher in Mountain Bend seems so familiar, but Lisa Halldor’s evasive answers to his inquiries confirms his suspicions they have met before. When he sees her struggling to focus and respond during a scene at his private club, he intervenes and finds himself as drawn to Lisa’s submissive nature as he is determined to unearth her secrets.
Lisa never forgot the teenage boy who came to her rescue the first night in a new foster home, but she never imagines a nameless, faceless stalker will send her fleeing to his hometown for safety twenty years later. When it becomes obvious Shawn’s memory isn’t as acute as hers about that night, she keeps that fond memory to herself.
A threat against Lisa’s life forces the truth from her, but will Shawn’s protectiveness be enough to save her from a person so determined to see her dead? Shawn’s long ago vow to keep Lisa safe is put to the test as he works fast to make sure she hasn’t come into his life again just to be taken away by a madman.
Shawn didn’t want her to take off without seeking more answers, but he was learning to read her accurately, and her shuttered expression and tight jaw meant he’d pushed her enough tonight. Handing her her bra, he clasped her elbow and led her into the foyer.
“Tell me we haven’t met before,” he demanded, using his sternest Dom voice as they stepped outside. She tried to draw back, but he refused to loosen his hold. In a perverse way, he got a kick out of watching the wheels turn behind those emerald eyes as she whipped her head up, floundering over what to say.
Her attractive, smooth face hardened, and regret kicked him in the gut one second before she answered, “If you’re so sure we’ve met before, when you come up with when or where, tell me, and we’ll both be enlightened. I’m parked at the very end.”
Shawn waited until he’d seen the last of Lisa’s taillights before returning inside, chafing from unappeased curiosity and an engorged cock. He could still hear her whimpering cry upon climax, the way it had rung with a variety of pent-up emotions despite the signals it wasn’t exactly a mind-blowing orgasm. The needy glaze still lingering in her eyes raised his protective instincts along with his lust. There was no denying he wanted the petite schoolteacher, or the fact she was hiding something, and he wondered if it was the reason she’d accepted a temporary, out-of-state job.
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