The Renegade Returns

The Renegade Returns
Dani Wade

A hero’s welcome…Champion racecar driver Lucas Blackstone made it his mission to escape small town life and his dark family legacy. But then an injury sidelines the superstar, forcing him to return home. At least he has Avery Prescott as a physical therapist. The shy young girl is all grown up and impossible to resist. Now he’s ready to have a little fun.Having her girlhood crush right there on her massage table is pretty awkward for Avery. But soon her teenage fantasies become reality. Will she help Luke heal, only to have him run again? Or will he choose to stay…for her?

“We could see each other for dinner.”

Avery frowned, shifting the chart in her hands. “Maybe socializing isn’t such a good idea with me being your physical therapist.”

“Why not? Because you said everything outside of the office was fair game.”

Her face flushed. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

His male instincts urged him to stalk closer, crowd her in and make her admit she was just as attracted as he was. Instead he forced himself to remain still, using words to reel her in. “Come on. You want an adventure. I want to help you find one. Let’s talk about it over dinner.”

“Well…” Her flush deepened, but she also straightened her shoulders. “I guess I could do dinner one night.”

As he came to his feet, Avery’s quizzical little smile distracted him. He saw nothing else. Not taupe walls, nor yellow scrubs. Just pale blue eyes and bow-shaped lips as she moved closer.

Before he could reach for his cane, his legs gave him the old heave-ho and collapsed. Avery had moved close, too close to miss out on his game of timber. Down they both went.

“Sweetheart, you’re the softest landing place I’ve had in a while.”

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The Renegade Returns is part of the Mill Town Millionaires series from Dani Wade.

The Renegade

Returns

Dani Wade

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

DANI WADE astonished her local librarians as a teenager when she carried home ten books every week—and actually read them all. Now she writes her own characters, who clamor for attention in the midst of the chaos that is her life. Residing in the Southern United States with a husband, two kids, two dogs and one grumpy cat, she stays busy until she can closet herself away with her characters once more.

To My Mother

You instilled an early love of reading in me that has shaped who I truly am. Your encouragement throughout my life has helped me believe in myself, even when it was hard. Every day I use the dedicated work ethic and practicality you taught me to make my dreams a reality. Thank you.

I’ve watched up close as you’ve fought hard, worked steadfastly, prayed with belief and loved with everything in you. I only hope someday to be able to do the same half as well as you. All my love…

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Ignoring stares and whispers was an art form Lucas Blackstone had perfected. The more wins he claimed as a stock car racer, the more attention he attracted. Which was normally fine by him. In fact, he thrived on it.

Used to thrive on it.

Tonight, he wished he could fade into the wainscoting on the walls so people would stop staring. Stop whispering about his arrival at the country club. Stop measuring the difficulty with which he walked to his family’s chosen table. Stop speculating about whether his racing days as Renegade Blackstone were permanently over.

Just as he did during the long, dark hours of every night.

Instead, he pretended this was a normal night, a normal dinner with his family. Not his debut before his hometown after having his body broken into more pieces than any man should experience.