Their life was a fairy tale—until it all came tumbling down.
Hearts of the South, Book 10
Georgia Bureau of Investigation agent Amy Bennett isn’t sure when her own Prince Charming went AWOL from their marriage, but she’s certain of one thing. She wants him back. She and Rob had it all: law-enforcement careers they loved and each other. Yet somehow he’s wound up sleeping on the couch and emotionally beyond her reach.
Rob is trying to put the pieces back together, but battling his own demons while starting over in a small-town sheriff’s department is pushing him—and his marriage—to the breaking point.
His very first missing person’s case threatens to end anything but happily ever after for the families involved. Then a young man goes missing too, and the pressure has Rob reaching for the nearest lifeline. The one that’s dangling by the barest of threads—his wife.
And though Amy’s grip is strong, her love may not be enough to keep Rob from slipping away.
Product Warnings: Contains a husband who’s holding too much in, and a wife who’ll do anything to get him to let go, even meet him halfway on their last piece of common ground—in bed. Also: cop bonding between cops who talk like cops.
Her workday was done as well, and back at the sheriff’s office, she borrowed an empty computer to file her own recap. Afterward, they walked out to the parking lot. To the west, fluffy clouds shone red and pink with the near-to-setting sun. At his truck, she leaned on the door and looked up at him. “You look tired.”
“It’s been a long day.” He scuffed a hand over his neck and rested his other hand against the truck. “I’ll take you back for your car and follow you home.”
“A long, weird day.” She was in no hurry to move, though. This was the closest they’d been in months, physically and emotionally, and she wasn’t ready to give that up yet. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.” He frowned. “I don’t think we ever did lunch today.”
She shook her head. “We didn’t—”
A siren’s chirp interrupted her, and she jumped. The silver Charger purred to a stop next to them, and Troy Lee lowered the window. “See you in the morning, Bennett? A little after five?”
Rob actually smiled. “Yeah.”
A boyish grin lit Troy Lee’s face, and he lifted a pair of fingers. “Remember—two things.”
“Got it.” Rob chuckled, and with a wave, Troy Lee drove away.
Amy relaxed against the truck door once more. “What was that all about?”
“Advice.” Rob shifted his stance, resting his weight against his elbow rather than his hand. The action brought his body closer to hers. Even with the steamy heat of early evening around them, she soaked in his warmth.
“Advice? About what?”
“Us.” He twirled a strand of hair that had escaped her loose knot around his finger. This close, she could see the light stubble darkening his jaw and drink in the scent of him. The layer of soap under male sweat reminded her of being wrapped up with him, naked in their bed, and long-forgotten desire warmed low in her belly.
“What was his advice?” Her voice emerged breathy and a little shaky. Did he feel this too?
“One was to kiss you more often.”
Oh, she really liked the sound of that. “And the second?”
“The second?” Rob lowered his head, mouth close to her ear. Oh, yes, he felt it, with that familiar throaty growl of arousal in his voice. “That I should get back in your bed.”
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How does an English teacher end up plotting murders? She uses her experiences as a cop’s wife to become a writer of romantic suspense! Linda Winfree lives in a quintessential small Georgia town with her husband and grand-dog Poe. By day, she teaches English/Language Arts and is an all-round education nerd; by night she pens sultry books full of murder and mayhem.