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Rowan
I loved the pissed off look on her face. Maybe it was cruel, but it turned me on in ways I shouldn’t enjoy so much. Most of the women in the tiny town I’d chosen to hide in were happy to throw themselves at a police officer, but that one…she would have thrown just about anything else at me instead.
But that drink was the key. She was a sucker for vodka, and she couldn’t resist it.
The second she walked in, I asked Hudson about her. He was happy enough to warn me off of her, but I wasn’t very good at following directions. Especially directions that meant nothing. I was definitely playing with fire with her, but it would be worth it.
She glared at me and slammed the glass down on the bar. I tried not to smirk, but that feistiness was what had been missing from my life for months
