With her heart at war with her mind, Lisa’s need to chase dangerous fun over boring responsibilities tugs at her emotions. Love is the last thing she expects to find, especially with her past revolting against her future.
The only love Ryan’s heart has room for is for his motherless son. But, when he finds himself yearning for Lisa, Ryan has to convince himself and her that he’s all the thrill she’ll ever need.
Will Lisa’s past destroy their future before either of them can accept the true meaning of love?
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His phone buzzed in his hand.
The screen lit up and Wanda spelled across the face.
Suddenly shaking and a cold sweat bursting over him, he pressed answer and lifted the phone carefully to his ear. “Yeah?”
“Ryan, it’s me. How are you?” Her voice hadn’t changed from the last time she’d called a year ago and even then it hadn’t changed since the last time he’d seen her.
Swallowing, he turned from the front of the wedding setup and faced off to the side, suggesting to anyone who tried to approach him that he wasn’t available to talk.
How was he? Seriously? “I’m great.” Awesome! Perfect! Never needed you in the first place!
She cleared her throat. “That’s good. How’s… um, how’s Jesse?” She waited, her breathlessness irritating and seemingly contrived.
Chest tight, Ryan didn’t answer. She didn’t deserve it. He never answered when she asked about their son. She didn’t deserve it!
“Okay, is he there? Can I tell him happy birthday? This year? Please…” Her voice trailed off, the end sounding like a whimper.
“Come tell him yourself and while you’re at it, tell him it’s not his fault you left. Tell him why you abandoned him at three days old. Why you left me. Until you do it to his face, I’ll never let you speak to him.” Ryan clicked the phone shut, but the small slap of plastic on plastic didn’t do enough. He stood, long strides pulling him toward the split-rail fence separating the pasture from the large field-like lawn.
Bracing his hands on the top rail, he stepped back and dropped his head between his arms. But nothing calmed him. His ex-wife. She’d left him. So long ago, and still had the power to irritate him beyond reason.
Hell, if it didn’t still hurt being left like that.
Walking the anger off wasn’t going to work. He needed to see that bartender again and this time, he was going to drink something that stung.
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Bonnie R. Paulson mixes her science and medical background with reality and possibilities to make even myths seem likely and give every romance the genetic strength to survive. Bonnie has discovered a dark and twisty turn in her writing that she hopes you enjoy as much as she has enjoyed uncovering it. Dirt biking with her family in the Northwest keeps her sane.
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