How To Land Her Lawman

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)

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Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

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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.