The Way We Were Always Meant To Be
Damsel in Distress, my ass.
Adeline Kerrigan knows exactly how to push every single one of my buttons, and she does it with a killer dress, a wicked smile, and a talent for turning every minor inconvenience into a reason to call 911.
It needs to stop.
Adeline has never once shown any real interest in me, and I’ve never been stupid enough to test that theory. I’m the sheriff. I don’t have time for games, and I sure as hell don’t have time to make a fool of myself over a woman who looks at me like I’m nothing more than her personal emergency contact.
But lately, she’s been dropping hints that make me wonder if I’ve been reading her all wrong.
Hints that a night with me might be exactly what she’s after.
And if Adeline Kerrigan keeps tempting me like that, she’s about to find out just how little self-control I have left.
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