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How To Land Her Lawman
Teresa Southwick
How to seduce a sheriffSexy Will Fletcher is back in Blackwater Lake for the summer? No one's more excited than April Kennedy, the woman he left behind. Eager to avenge her heartbreak on the man who hurt her all those years ago, April is determined to make Will fall for her. But this time, she'll be the one to walk away.Taking the job as temporary town sheriff gives Will the opportunity to make amends to his family and April. While he doubts the little town is big enough for the awkwardness between them, her ability to forgive, forget and maybe even move forward amazes him. Is there new love blooming between them? Or is this lawman going to land in a bucket of heartbreak?
“No.” April twisted her fingers together. “You don’t understand.”
“You’re right. I don’t. And, honey, at this moment I don’t really want to.” There was a lot of lust in the look he settled on her.
“And I don’t really want to tell you. But, like I said before, you set a high bar for full disclosure. So whether you want to or not, you have to hear this.”
“Okay, then. If I agree to listen, can we pick up where we just left off?”
“Trust me. You’re not going to want to do that.” When Will found out she was a scheming, underhanded, devious witch, he wouldn’t want anything to do with her.
“Let me be the judge of that. Because right now I want to kiss you more than anything. And unless you tell me you’re a man, which I know for a fact isn’t true, there’s not much you could say to change my mind.” His blue eyes turned darker and focused a lot of intensity on her mouth.
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The Bachelors of Blackwater Lake:They won’t be single for long!
How to Land Her Lawman
Teresa Southwick
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
TERESA SOUTHWICK lives with her husband in Las Vegas, the city that reinvents itself every day. An avid fan of romance novels, she is delighted to be living out her dream of writing for Mills & Boon.
To Kate Carlisle, Christine Rimmer and Susan Mallery, the best plot group ever. You make it so much fun to play “what if?”
Contents
Cover (#ue5a49892-dc06-51bd-ad54-22f45d16e941)
Introduction (#uee98d52a-9f16-5581-afd8-f067036528c2)
Title Page (#ud5c400f3-226b-59e3-9034-51669c3b11f1)
About the Author (#ud7993a2e-7d39-594b-95c4-0a3180cbcf36)
Dedication (#u77361bb8-4b98-5e30-9025-d2ce77afac65)
Chapter One (#ulink_cd5f4641-1a86-55a6-a47f-003ca447e40c)
Chapter Two (#ulink_1e13d7f6-86df-5276-baeb-c58a29845789)
Chapter Three (#ulink_945ef886-3c6b-51cb-bc71-c0743c0310f6)
Chapter Four (#ulink_8ed3d391-1ec6-58ac-bda5-33c1c76b2597)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#ulink_44bc3419-b091-5824-aa8c-76fd547ed69d)
Will Fletcher would rather face an armed felon than have the conversation he was about to have with his ex-girlfriend. But, as the saying went, this town wasn’t big enough for the both of them. For better or worse, this summer he was the acting sheriff in Blackwater Lake and she was a freelance photographer who occasionally did work for the department. She also had a studio on Main Street across from his office.
There was no way he wouldn’t see her and the sooner this confrontation was behind him the better.
He’d been watching the Photography Shop all morning, waiting for her to be alone, and now stood on the sidewalk in front of the sheriff’s office ready to head over. Hesitation was costing him a hell of a lot of time when there was work to do. He looked left, then right before crossing the street. Her window had big, fancy letters telling the establishment’s name, then smaller print in the right hand corner proclaiming April Kennedy, Photographer. There was a list of services in the right corner—Portraits, Family Sittings, Weddings and Special Occasions.
Will stared at the displayed dance-hall girl and gambler forms with cutouts where the tourists put their faces for a fun souvenir picture of a visit to Blackwater Lake, Montana. Technically he was a visitor but definitely not a tourist. Born and raised in this town, he was only here to help out and would go back to being a detective for Chicago PD in three months when his dad, the real sheriff, got a clean bill of health to resume his job.
“Man up, Fletcher,” he muttered. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
She could cry. The thought made him cringe.
He’d seen her do that and it ripped him up. But that was a lot of years ago. He didn’t know whether or not she’d still be angry but the first face-to-face since then was no doubt going to be awkward.
Will braced himself and pushed open the glass door. The bell above it rang as he walked inside. There was no one in the front but a familiar female voice called out, “I’ll be right with you.”
It was cheerful and sweet and the sound echoed inside him, stirring the cobwebs of tucked-away memories. It was impossible not to notice the framed photos displayed on the walls, examples of her skill as a photographer. There were individuals, families, babies. Some were black-and-white portraits, dramatic and really good. There’d always been something about April that people responded to, something that made them relax and allowed the camera to capture a special look or smile. The only black-and-whites he usually saw were cop cars, so this was a pleasant change.
“I’m so sorry I kept you waiting—” April Kennedy came through the open doorway and froze in her tracks when she saw him.
“Hi,” he said.
At one time they’d practically been engaged, but Will felt as if he was seeing her for the first time. Her shiny long brown hair was pulled into a ponytail with wisps coming loose around her face. She was wearing jeans and a purple Photography Shop T-shirt that clung to every sweet curve. Big hazel eyes stared back at him and right now they were more green than brown, which meant she wasn’t happy to see him. He couldn’t blame her.
“Will.”
“You look really good, April.”
“Thanks. So do you.”
“I’m pretty sure you didn’t want to tell me that, so I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“Gotta be honest.” She shrugged.
“And I’ve always liked that about you.”
“I heard you were coming back to Blackwater Lake.”
He didn’t have to ask how she’d heard. April was best friends with his younger sister, Kim. She and her teenage son lived with their dad and Will had moved into his old room for the summer. One big happy family again. The backyard of April’s little house was separated by an alley from his dad’s rear yard. Hank Fletcher had watched over April and her single mom because it was the neighborly thing to do. And, unlike himself, his dad had been there when April’s mom died of breast cancer. The Fletchers had kind of unofficially adopted her, so of course they would warn her that he was coming back.
“The thing is, this is a small town,” he started.
“As opposed to Chicago.” Her voice was as icy as a Windy City blizzard.
“Right. There’s no way we won’t run into each other and I wanted to make sure the first time wasn’t public and uncomfortable for you.”
He’d checked one out of two boxes. This wasn’t public but she had to be as uncomfortable as he was.
“Kim told you to do this.” She wasn’t asking a question.
“My sister mentioned that it would be better if the first time we saw each other it was just the two of us, without a big crowd of people looking on. And talking about it.” Because the only thing folks in Blackwater Lake were better at than being neighborly was gossiping.
“Still, you didn’t have to take her advice. It’s actually very thoughtful of you, Will.” Her tone implied his consideration was unexpected.
Or maybe it just sounded that way because his conscience was passing the words through the guilt filter. Either way, he figured it was a good idea to clear the air. “I don’t think I ever apologized for what happened in Chicago.”
“You mean the time I came to surprise you and a woman answered the door wearing nothing but your shirt?”
“Yeah. That.” He was staring at her mouth, the way she pressed her lips together. It had always made him want to kiss her and unfortunately now was no exception. Normally it was comforting knowing things didn’t change but this wasn’t one of those times.
“You tried to apologize, actually.” She met his gaze directly. “But I wasn’t speaking to you, so that made it kind of hard.”
“Well, let me say it now. I’m sorry for what happened.”
“Let it go, Will. I have. That was a long time ago. It was my idea not to be exclusive when you went to Chicago and entered the police academy. It seemed the right thing to do since I couldn’t go with you and everyone knows long-distance relationships are a challenge. We found out the hard way how true that is. Technically we didn’t have a relationship and it still fell apart.”
Will remembered trying to talk her into going to Chicago with him, but her mom had just been diagnosed. April had never known her dad and wouldn’t abandon the mother who had raised her daughter alone and always put her first. She’d suggested they date other people but keep in touch and after a year reevaluate things between them. He was glad she hadn’t forgotten that.
“I didn’t expect you not to date,” she said. “And you did.”
“For what it’s worth, you were right about everything.”
“Things happen for the best. Water under the bridge. Let bygones be bygones. And any other cliché you can think of to put this behind you.” She shrugged as if it made no difference to her.
“Okay, then.”
Will felt oddly dissatisfied with her response. Maybe the altitude was getting to him. That was the best explanation he could come up with for why he wasn’t completely relieved that she didn’t scream or cry or seem the least bit emotional about what had happened. Or maybe he was simply an egotistical jerk who expected her to still be a little bothered about something he’d done six years ago.
Possibly his reaction was colored by the fact that he’d married the woman wearing nothing but his shirt and it had been a failure. On top of that, he’d always had the nagging feeling that what he’d done to April was the biggest mistake he’d ever made. For a man who hated to fail, doing it twice at the same time didn’t sit very well. And it was kind of annoying that she seemed completely at peace with how things had turned out.
“So, if that’s all—” She cocked a thumb over her shoulder toward the back room, where a camera sat on a tripod.
“Just so you know, I’ll be here until the end of summer while Dad is recuperating from his open-heart surgery.”
“That was a scare.” She put her hand to her chest. The first honest emotion she’d exhibited since he’d walked in. “First the heart attack, then surgery. It was like watching the Rock of Gibraltar crack. Your sister has been his diet-and-exercise drill sergeant ever since he got out of the hospital and started cardiac rehab.”
“Kim is hard to say no to.” He was here talking to April, wasn’t he? “The sheriff has always protected the citizens of his town first and himself a distant second. Maybe he saw God when the doc put him under for the procedure because right after he got out of the hospital he asked me to fill in for him. Then he got the mayor and town council to approve my temporary appointment.”
“It would be just like him to push himself to go back to work too soon. I’m sure your family is glad to have you here.” Her tone said she felt differently. “And a good thing you could take extended leave from your job.”
Maybe the job needed time off from him. Between that and his sister nagging him to not be an ass and do it for Dad, he had decided to take one for team Fletcher. All he was willing to say was, “I have a lot of days on the Chicago PD books.”
“So you’re the sheriff now.” She folded her arms over her chest.
“Acting, but yeah. And I wanted to make sure I can count on you for freelance work when needed.” Sometimes there were multicar accidents that required photos with more detail than an untrained photographer could capture with a cell phone. Insurance companies were funny that way when a settlement was involved. Mug shots were part of the official record.
“Of course I’ll continue the arrangement. It’s important that Hank knows everything will go smoothly in his absence. Just as if he was at the wheel.”
“So you’re doing it for Dad.”
“Absolutely. After you and I didn’t work out, you got what’s-her-name, but I got your family. I’d do anything for them.”
“They’re lucky to have you.”
“No.” She shook her head and her ponytail swung from side to side. “I’m the lucky one.”
The weird feeling in his chest felt a lot like envy. He was jealous of her loyalty to his dad, sister and nephew even though he’d given up any right to her commitment. He might not have cheated officially but it was a betrayal of spirit. And he still didn’t feel as if the air was cleared.
“I should have told you I was dating someone, but I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“And that worked out so well.” She smiled, but it didn’t turn her hazel eyes from green to warm. They went almost chocolaty brown. “Golly, this has been fun, but I have someone coming in for a sitting and need to get things set up.”
“Okay. I didn’t mean to keep you.”
“No problem. I appreciate you stopping by. Now when we run into each other it won’t be awkward at all. See you around, Will.” She turned and walked into the back.
“Bye, April.”
He left her shop and felt like gum on someone’s shoe. Kim had said seeing her would take the heat off, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. The heat was on and it had nothing to do with their history and everything to do with the beautiful, sexy woman April Kennedy still was. And when had she gotten so confident and sassy? So independent?
That was different. She was the same—but different.
