Short Excerpt

    “Not with a bullet in his chest,” an all-too-familiar voice said from behind. “His lung was on the verge of collapse in the ambulance on the way to Grand Junction. Unfortunately for us, Elliot Bryon won’t be saying anything for a while.”

    Ice clawed through Kendric’s veins. He turned to face the blonde investigator capable of castrating a man with a single glare of those cerulean blue eyes. The form-fitting pantsuit did nothing to hide a lean, feminine frame Kendric had tried to forget. Waves of silk hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, and his fingers curled in memory of what they’d felt like in his hands.

    Campbell Dwyer scanned the room as though he didn’t even exist. Then again, he’d made it perfectly clear when he’d left Loveland, that he couldn’t. Not in her life. She’d had her sights on transferring out of her small-time investigative duties for Larimer’s sheriff’s department, and as a bomb tech barely hanging onto his own skin, he hadn’t fit into that plan. He’d done what he’d thought was best. For both of them. “Detective Dwyer. I wasn’t aware Colorado’s Bureau of Investigations had an interest in small-town abductions. Isn’t that a little beneath your pay grade?”

    “Isn’t playing cop in a town nobody’s heard of beneath yours?”