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The last thing Deputy Ryker Kane expects is for a simple truck hijacking to throw him back into the middle of the Black Widow case he’d been forced to abandon, not to mention right into the arms of the sweet woman he’d let walk away ten years earlier. When he finds Jo Jo kidnapped and drugged, he has to use all his wits and skills honed from years as a detective to save them both. Despite the secrets between them, Ryker’s bound and determined to give them a second chance at love.
She walked right up to the desk without a glance in his direction and addressed the man behind the counter in a sweet, Southern drawl that sent his libido into overdrive.
“I’m supposed to meet a cop here. You know where he went?”
Ryker straightened to his full height next to the counter not ten feet from her. What was he? Invisible?
Seeming confused, the man looked from her to Ryker then pointed in Ryker’s direction.
“Oh,” she said, turning her attention on him. “Sorry ‘bout that. I was looking for a uniformed officer. A city cop.” She smiled politely, her beautiful green doe eyes locking with his.
He waited for recognition to hit.
It didn’t. He swallowed dryly.
“Hello, Ms. McNamee, I’m Deputy Ryker Kane. This is uniform in our small town.” He stretched out his hand and again waited to see if she remembered. Nothing. Not even an inkling.
“Nice to meet you, Deputy Kane.” She took his hand, peeked at the badge on his tan shirt, and gave him a firm shake. Just like he remembered. First glance and you’d think this woman was an easy target. Stick around long enough and you’d get your ass kicked.
“I’m here about a missing truck.” Jump to the chase. It was probably best she didn’t recall their brief interlude anyway. He’d like to keep his pride intact.
“Missing truck? But my truck’s not missing. See? It’s right over there.” She pointed a slim, non-manicured finger to the side of the building where the hood of a bright yellow truck peeked through the mini-blinds.
Well, hell. There it was. How did he miss that eyesore?
“I am missing my crew, though. Don’t suppose you might know where I can find them?” She gave him a half smile and a fizz of sexual awareness pinged low and deep, shocking the hell out of him.
“I questioned two men a few hours ago back in Bram. They’re the ones who reported the truck missing.”
“Bram? I see,” she wrinkled her brow. “What did they say?” Long, slim neck taut, her head tilted to one side, she looked ready to pulverize someone, and all he could think about was what the hell that soft exposed skin felt like beneath his tongue.
He refocused. “Ms. McNamee—”
“It’s Miss. But you can call me Jo Jo.” His muscles tightened at the name, his mind playing cruel tricks as flashes of their night together assaulted him, heat jabbing deep. They’d made out pretty hot and heavy after she’d clocked him using one of her karate moves while they were fooling around. Who knew she was a fourth degree black belt? He remembered the sensation of her perfect body against his like it was yesterday.
He cleared his throat, tried to get the thudding pulse at the base of her smooth, slim neck out of his mind. “Okay. Miss McNamee, how did the truck get here?” No way in hell he’d call her Jo Jo. Too much damn shit he didn’t want to deal with tied to the name, not to mention the woman.