Two long years have passed since Marcus “Snake” Gallego left behind Henry County and Detective LeAnne McVeigh, leaving her to mourn the fact he had ridden into the sunset without her. But when he finally returns to her Ohio town, he isn't alone. Snake has brought along a friend, Egan Tate, who looks the epitome of evil. And if things couldn't possibly get worse, her best friend, the good doctor Whitney Montgomery, has her eyes set on Tate.
When a vicious murder suddenly stirs the relatively peaceful community to turmoil, a murder reminiscent of the killings that plagued the county several years earlier, LeAnne begins to wonder about this mystery man Snake has befriended. Has a copycat killer truly emerged, or does Henry County have a ghost on its hands?
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“Ready?” she asked. Tate swore she hid a smile. Yes, she probably loved the idea of causing him distress.
He nodded. Whitney placed one gloved finger at his brow to draw the wound taut, then carefully stuck the needle through the skin. Again, Tate didn’t so much as flinch, even though the small prick hurt like hell.
After pulling the thread through the wound and tying it off, she snipped the end. “You doing okay?”
Hell, no, he wanted to shout. Having her this close between his spread thighs was much more torturous than any needle and thread going through his skin. Like it or not, she had sent his blood pumping in his veins. It was a wonder the wound didn’t spray a crimson fountain. As it was, his leathers had suddenly become constricting.
“Just stitch the god-damned wound,” he grumbled. What did he care if she thought any worse of him. He needed to get the hell out of the hospital and as far away from the doc as possible.
Moments later, she snipped the last stitch and checked her handiwork. “You’re going to live. Doesn’t look like you’ll get much of a scar from this.”
Tate studied Whitney as her finger gently traced the wound. When their eyes locked, he felt as though someone had delivered a sucker-punch to his gut. He couldn’t remember the last time he had wanted a woman as badly as he did the classy lady before him. As of late, taking a chick to bed had become more of a habit, just a routine, something he did. But this one…this one he wanted with the force of a hurricane. Somehow she had gotten beneath his skin.
And that…that he never allowed…