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Leah

If Leah had an answer to that question she'd be telling it to Drew as fast as she could, just so she could get the hell away from him before her panties combusted Last she'd heard Dreas a cop in Fort Worth What in the hell was he doing here with a sheriff's badge on a chain around his neck, a police light on his truck, and a few biscuit crumbs on the front of his white T-shirt? That little detail should have made him less hot Sadly, it did not

He lanced down and brushed away the crumbs She inhaled a deep breath and tried to force a moment of Zen to

happen so she'd stop thinking about just what he liked to do with those strong hands when they were both naked, sweaty, and desperate for release Of course, because she was trying to do the opposite that meant all she could picture was the wicked look on his face when he wrapped a silk tie around her ankle and secured one leg to the footboard before turning his attention to her other ankle

And after?

Oh God

After

Her nipples tightened to hard buds as she ground her backcusto quirks to banish the h for her brain to start forain

"I thought you were in Fort Worth," she said, sounding almost like she wasn't about to jump his bones in the middle of Sam Houston Avenue

"Not anymore For the next few days I'e the subject," he said in the low, ru his voice did when he was pissed "What kind of trouble are you in now?"

Ah Yes She'd forgotten She was back in Catfish Creek where nothing ever changed and people were always the sah school That irl who dressed in all black and hung out with all the pot heads behind the football stadium and took advanced calc with the nerds Never mind the fact that she owned one of the most successful marijuana shops in the state of Colorado, was on the board of her local small business association in Denver, and contributed to local charities because in Catfish Creek she'd always be Leah Ca brain

Decade-old resentment started to float to the surface and she planted a hand on one of her hips "Why would I be in trouble?"

Drew raised an eyebrow and snorted "You pull into town like a rocket in a fancy car that you're driving into the ground liketo you"

"I own a successful business" Not successful enough for an Aston Martin in the garage, but what did she care?

"You run a pot shop," he retorted