“You stop tryin’ to mess with me, and I’ll pretend that you’re not gettin’ on my last nerve.Then maybe we can both move on with our lives.”
The hell I would.I wasn’t about to give up what I'd been waiting a hell of a long time for.However, I wasn’t above putting the ball in her court.“That what you want?”
She stared back at me.
“’Cause I damn sure don’t,” I told her forcefully, leaning forward so I could get closer.“You can keep runnin’ from me, girl.I’ll just keep chasin’.”I lowered my voice so only she could hear.“And the day you finally give in, you’ll come to understand exactly why they call me a bad boy.”
Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open, and I was tempted to kiss her right there in front of half the town.
Yeah.That was what I thought.Reagan talked a good game, but when it came down to it, I knew she was attracted to me.She was fighting it, sure, but she wanted me nonetheless.
“You sure you’re not interested?”I asked casually, as though her answer didn’t matter.
But just as quickly as she revealed her desire, Reagan regained her composure and leaned in closer.Close enough I could smell her spicy, sexy scent.
“Do me a favor, Lynx?”
“Hmm?”I grumbled.
“Maybe try keepin’ your dick in your pants for a while.And when that divorce is final, if you’re still interested, perhaps I’llthinkabout givin’ you the time of day.”
“Done.”I could do that.No problem.
Reagan chuckled.“Right.Like it’s even a possibility.”
With that, she spun on her boot heel and headed back inside.
Boy, did I hate to see her leave, but I damn sure loved to watch her go.
Kelly Jackson
I kept my head low, not wanting anyone to spot me sitting in my car in the parking lot of the trashy little bar.This town was full of a bunch of idiots.If I were that damn sheriff, I would’ve rounded every damn one of them up and tossed their asses in jail.One reason I hated little hick towns like this.
I only had one reason for being here.
It wasn’t the highlight of my week, that was for damn sure, but I had to figure out a way to get my hands on Amy.That wasn’t proving to be as easy as I'd thought it would be.Seemed she had a couple of bodyguards with her at all times.That damn sheriff and the guy who owned the furniture store where she worked.Plus, whoever’s fucking truck that was parked outside her damn house every fucking night.I had no idea who they were to her, but it seemed they were keeping an eye on her, too.
Which meant I had to come up with another plan.To do that, I had to study her movements and find the precise time to strike.
Soon.
Very, very soon.
Reagan
“Why do men always have to act like assholes?”I muttered as I wiped down the bar top.
We were getting ready to close, and as soon as I got the last of the customers out the door, I was more than ready to head home.Well, technically, it wasn’t my home, but I was renting a room from Amy, which was the first opportunity I'd ever had to get out on my own since I moved in with Billy nearly six years ago.Amy’s little farmhouse, even if it was lonely at times, had started to grow on me.On nights when Amy was there—which were rare—I loved it.On nights when I was alone … well, I felt alone.
Not that I couldn’t get used to it.
I would.
I'd spent plenty of nights by myself, even when I'd been living with someone.More often than not, in fact.
“Looks like it’s about that time,” Amy said when she approached the bar.
I looked up to see that there were only two people other than myself and Amy left in the bar.Wolfe and Lynx were sitting at a table near the door, deep in conversation.
