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I wasn’t unaffected. My nipples hardened and my pussy clenched remembering how big he’d been, how hard he’d fucked me. How I’d felt him for days afterand made forgetting him impossible. How upset I’d been. Sad, because I’d thought there’d been a connection. Embarrassed, because I’d obviously imagined it. Then, ultimately, angry. Because a quick fuck was fine. He didn’t have to be a dick about it.
Yanking my hand away, I took a step back. “Sheriff… Wilder.” His last name was pinned to his chest and I remembered the message that had been left for me to meet him here to go over the autopsy findings. That star only showed off how his broad chest made his tan uniform shirt stretch taut. I hated the fact that I was turned on just as much by him with a star on his chest, a utility belt around his waist and a gun at his hip. “You can’t talk like that. Not to me. It’s Dr. Simon. And clearly, you haven’t missed me at all.”
His eyes widened. “Like hell I haven’t!”
I poked him in the chest. His hard, muscly chest. “You stood me up. You made me stand in a hotel room hallway and knock at some random door. The woman across the hall came out and yelled at me for waking her up. Do you haveanyidea what that was like?”
He winced. “I’m–”
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” I snapped, setting my hands on my hips. I ensured my voice was low because while I wanted to let this jerk have it, I didn’t need the fling between us to get around thehospital. “If you didn’t want more than a quickie in a closet, that was fine. You could have just said that instead of humiliating me, too. Or was that the fun in it?”
“Fun? No!” he sputtered. “I–”
“Don’t.” The one word was loud and echoed off the walls. It was pretty ironic having a conversation about a dead non-relationship in a morgue. “I don’t want to hear it. I shouldn’t be mad, really.” I shrugged even. “I got two orgasms out of it. So maybe I should say thanks.”
“Thanks? For orgasms? Listen, pretty girl–”
“Fuck, I told you, don’tpretty girlme. It was fun. It was one time. I understand.” I ran a hand over my messy hair. It’d been a long shift so far and now I discovered the one guy I fell for, who I’d shared some kinky fantasies with, was the county sheriff of the small town I’d moved to.
What were the odds? For me, high, because bad luck followed me everywhere. I’d left Cheyenne behind after Missy pretty much extorted me for money. I was a doctor. I knew the signs. She was going to use the money for drugs. I wasn’t an enabler, but she’d done so many shitty things to me my entire life, it was like me tossing the money one way and then running the otherway to escape. I’d done that by moving to Devil’s Ditch.
Missy didn’t like cold weather having grown up in Florida so I’d thought she’d steer clear of Cheyenne. But no. So I moved farther north. More rural. Devil’s Ditch Hospital had an opening and I snagged it.
“Listen. You don’t respect me as a woman, I get it, but youwillrespect me as a doctor here in this hospital. Youwillkeep what we did a secret.”
I’d only been on the job for two weeks. So far, things had been going well. Law enforcement and firefighters had come into the ER with patients, but I’d missed the sheriff. Until now.
“Molly–”
I winced, hearing my name come from his lips. I’d imagined him finding me, saying my name. Breathing it in my ear as he filled me with his dick.
I went to the desk, picked up the file he’d come in to discuss, the unattended and mysterious death of a Devil’s Ditch resident and slapped it against his chest. “Here. The report you came for. If you can read as good as you can fuck, then you’ll have what you need to close your case.”
With that, I stormed out of the morgue and headed toward the doctor’s lounge. Since there were only a few on staff in such a small hospital, there was achance it’d be empty while I pulled myself together. My stethoscope was folded in my pocket and I held it against my thigh as I practically ran away.
Sheriff Wilder was my dream come true and my biggest nightmare. My heart wanted him. So did my vagina. They were both stupid as could be because they were both broken by him. I had to keep reminding myself that I couldn’t have good things. That people didn’t give a shit about me. That I was expendable. That I wasn’t worth more than a quick fuck in a janitor’s closet at a rodeo.
I doubted my time in Devil’s Ditch would be long, but now I had a different reason to move on than my crazy sister. One thing she’d taught me was boundaries and standing up for myself.
6
COLT
Dr. Molly Simonwas a bad girl. She didn’t let me explain why I hadn’t been in the hotel room when she’d knocked. The fact that now I knew she officially had showed up there confirmed that she’d felt what had been between us as much as I had. She had every right to be pissed. I was pissed at myself. At Trig for hurting his fucking knee and ending his rodeo career at the absolute wrong time.
I mentally retracted every single bad thought I had about Lance Mann. Because of him dead in the morgue, I’d found my girl again.
I loved my brother and had worried about him andhis knee injury, but I’d lost my shit when she never showed after I returned to my hotel room. I’d been too late. I knew it. It’d been the last night of the rodeo, so the arena was empty the next day when I circled back. Not a car in the lot. We’d left Cheyenne and drove home to Devil’s Ditch, Montana knowing I’d never find her again.
But fate gave me a second chance through a fucking murder investigation.
She needed to know the truth. Why I’d stood her up. That I wasn’t a shitty guy. That I wanted what Ma and Pops had, with her. It might have been a quickie in the closet, but that had been the start. Fate had flung her into my path again and I wasn’t losing the opportunity to make her mine… finally.
She’d listen to me. Whether she had a red ass while she did it was up to her. Then I was going to fuck her like we’d both been dreaming about all this time. Because the one thing I knew about my pretty girl was that her body didn’t lie. Her nipples had been rock hard beneath that scrub top, all but begging me to suck on them again. Her brain might hate me, but her body craved mine as much as I did hers.
That was why I found out from the triage nurse what time shift change was and I waited in my patrol car for Molly to leave the building. I watched her settleinto a later model SUV and drive out of the lot. Then I followed until she was on the main road heading out of town, then flipped on my lights and siren.
Her brake lights came on immediately, then she slowed and blinkered to a stop on the side of the road where there was a break in the snow piles. I angled my SUV behind her so I was blocked from traffic while we talked. To everyone passing by, it’d be a routine traffic stop. To me, it was claiming my girl.
