One Night in Weaver...

One Night in Weaver...
Allison Leigh

A Love Worth the Risk? Psychologist Hayley Templeton prides herself on keeping a level head in life and love – but she can’t get Seth Banyon out of her mind! There’s something about the gorgeous security expert that doesn’t add up… and Hayley can’t resist getting close enough to know more.Seth has plenty of secrets that he needs to protect Hayley from – most importantly, what he’s really doing in Weaver, Wyoming. He knows he should get the irresistible woman out of his system for both their sakes… but forgetting Hayley is proving the most difficult thing he’s ever tried to do!

“We don’t have a relationship.”

His eyes sharpened. “You sure about that?” Seth’s expression was tight. “I need to stay away from you. Until this thing with McGregor is done with. For everyone’s sake.”

She swallowed the knot in her throat. She was shaking from her head to her toes. “Then stay away.”

A muscle in his jaw flexed. “Believe me,” he said. “I have tried.” He slowly moved around the island until he stopped in front of her, trapping her in the corner where she stood near the sink.

She couldn’t seem to look away from his blue, blue eyes.

“And I can’t,” he finished in a low voice.

Her lips parted.

His head dipped toward hers, his lips grazing hers, lighter than his whisper. “Don’t trust me, Hayley. Be stronger than I am.”

A sound she didn’t recognize slid from her throat. Her hands curled into fists against the counter on one side of her and the cool edge of the old-fashioned apron sink on the other. “I’m not strong.”

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Return to The Double C Under the big blue Wyoming sky, this family discovers true love

One Night in Weaver…

Allison Leigh

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

A frequent name on bestseller lists, ALLISON LEIGH’s high point as a writer is hearing from readers that they laughed, cried or lost sleep while reading her books. She’s blessed with an immensely patient family who doesn’t mind (much) her time spent at her computer and who gives her the kind of love she wants her readers to share in every page. Stay in touch at www.allisonleigh.com (http://www.allisonleigh.com) and on Twitter, @allisonleighbks (https://twitter.com/allisonleighbks).

For my family.

Contents

Cover (#u0a5b3235-4476-5308-957e-bf82733cbf6b)

Introduction (#ubd18f00e-f416-5e65-856c-c5eba1016a06)

Title Page (#ud65a1f2b-b4fe-5cb9-9ff7-5835a0a62c42)

About the Author (#u9c844541-db29-5f6e-80df-86758c7aa2b4)

Dedication (#u06036b34-4eb7-53c1-be9f-7f0c1989ca66)

Prologue (#ucd881ff8-41fa-5888-af73-c1e13386a820)

Chapter One (#u51fd6dcc-96ab-5577-ae77-89edfa7f7504)

Chapter Two (#u01700dea-17c5-5cd5-8d2c-9390084cbd16)

Chapter Three (#u5af8fefb-bdb2-5ab4-8bab-3bd67b1e2aae)

Chapter Four (#u0e7f6f67-6d0d-5b58-8866-be631cf65de5)

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Prologue (#ulink_d22c80f4-83cb-5ca7-9d67-2b8436aa436f)

He really was exceptionally good looking.

A good six feet tall. Probably more. Dark brown hair that she suspected he kept cut short because it might have the tendency to curl into girlish prettiness if he didn’t. Bright blue eyes that seemed startling in contrast to the dark hair.

The first time she’d seen him was at least a year ago, in the Weaver Community Park. Running and looking far more natural at it than she did. After that, the chance of catching a glimpse of him provided a major incentive for Hayley to drag herself to the park a few times every week, where she would meet up with Sam Dawson, her running partner and one of her best friends.

Sam ran every day. And trained with weights. She was a fitness fiend; she claimed it was because she needed to keep up with the guys in the sheriff’s department, where she was the only female on the force. Hayley figured that even if Sam worked behind a teller’s window in a bank all day long, she’d still be in the park every morning, snow or shine, doing her thing. Hayley was thirty-five. Too old to kid herself that she ran for the pleasure of it. No. Hayley joined Sam a few times a week because she liked being able to fit into her suits and still indulge in her favorite cinnamon rolls from Ruby’s diner.

And she liked catching glimpses of him.

The man—she knew his name was Seth Banyon because she’d heard it around town—obviously subscribed to Sam’s methodology, though. The man was a walking advertisement for the benefits of physical fitness.

She’d also seen him around town. Often at Shop-World, where his grocery cart tended to be more heavily loaded than hers. He always seemed to buy the same things. A six-pack of beer. Giant loaves of bread. Steak. Bacon. Eggs. Several packaged frozen meals.

Her cart, on the other hand, contained fresh vegetables and fruit. And never a steak, despite Weaver, Wyoming, pretty much being located in the center of the beef universe. The only item their carts ever had in common was coffee. Same brand. Hers, whole bean. His, already ground.