Officer Shane Caldwell responds to a routine end of shift call with some annoyance, but when she tackles and handcuffs her ex-lover and the father of her son, things turn hot in a flash. Four years before Quinn Scott disappeared to make his fortune, and she hasn’t heard a word from him. As his touch ignites old passions, Shane is torn between telling him about the son he’s never known, and protecting young Jackson’s heart from the man who walked away without a backward glance.
When Shane storms back into his life, Quinn isn’t surprised by the incredible attraction which sparks between them. He wants to take up where they left off, but years of lies and unexpected betrayals from family and friends endanger his Thoroughbred breeding operation and his dreams of a future with the woman he never really left behind.
Will old prejudices separate them again or can love grow stronger the Second Time Around?
Quinn’s dark hazel eyes widened incredulously, and he straightened away from the stall door. “How did you get him back here then?”
Shane held up the black leather inner pants belt, still in her hand. “I led him back with this.”
Squinting at the belt in disbelief, he slowly shook his head back and forth. “No way, no freaking way.”
Shane shrugged and started out of the barn toward her cruiser. Whatever. It was time to go home. She was done with Quinn and his arrogant assumptions.
“Shane.” Quinn once again reached out to grab her arm. “Stop. Where are you going?”
His commanding touch set off all her self-defense alarms. She expertly grabbed the offending hand, twisted, and locked him into an arm-bar, slamming him with her body against the door of the cruiser. “You seem to think you still have the right to touch me, Quinn, and it’s pissing me off.”
Shane almost groaned aloud as his tight ass pressed against her belly. Running, sweating, his scent was more pronounced on the summer evening breeze, and reminded her of other sweaty nights. He even seemed to be wearing the same kind of cologne she’d bought for him years ago. Memories of nibbling at his neck, inhaling him.
Quinn didn’t struggle. Instead, he relaxed into her grip. He may have even pushed back against her groin. He definitely hummed low in his throat. “Shane,” Quinn’s voice dropped suggestively low, “some could construe this as police brutality, but let me tell you, I’m enjoying it immensely.”