Worth Staying For
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by Mary Eason
Description: Dr. Jordan Scott is banking everything, including her life, that she can simply disappear into thin air, forget the nightmare she left behind in New York, and never be found again by her ex- fiance Caesar Santiago or his powerful family. Detective Riley Donavan believes the pretty doctor knows more than she's telling him. Can they work together to solve the murder of her brother, or will they end up the next victims of the crime lord?
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Crimson Rose, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [243 KB]
Reading time: 149-209 min.
"It's okay." The rough strain in his voice sounded unfamiliar.
"Riley." His name coming from this very dangerous, very sexy woman next to him resounded with invitation.
"Please..." Nothing about Jordan Scott resembled the women he usually found himself attracted to, yet it didn't stop him from wanting her.
Riley unlocked the door and opened it. "Turn around." They stood close. He could touch her if he wanted, smell the scent of her hair. She looked at him, her soft breath brushed his face.
"What?" At her confusion, he grinned then turned her around.
She stepped through the door and into the cabin. From the great room, the place appeared small and basic, but the view through a pair of picture windows on the opposite side of the room took a person's breath away.
"Oh my God..." Jordan moved closer, her breath chilled against the window. "It's beautiful."
"Yeah." He stood behind her again. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the faraway expression in hers. "Every time I think I might sell the place, I come up here and realize it's become part of me."
"A place like this gets into your blood. I can't imagine ever leaving it."
She appeared a million miles away and he wondered if she realized she'd said the words aloud.
"Yep. I felt the same way the first time I came here." He opened the back door and walked out onto the redwood deck. She followed him out.
The air filled with the scent of pine trees, sunshine, and the lake. This place promised a simpler life.
She slicked her tongue over her lips. Perhaps a nervous reaction for her, but a dangerous distraction for him because it brought his attention to her pouty mouth, the kind designed for kissing.
Under different circumstances, he might easily stay here forever, pretending he was watching the quietness of the lake while stealing little glances her way. Did she realize she represented the picture of a woman torn--relaxed and yet ready to bolt at a moment's notice?
He always trusted his gut instinct. It told him if he didn't get through to her now, he wouldn't get a second chance.