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It happened one summer…
The moment Liam Kavanaugh first glimpsed the exotic beauty dancing across a moonlit beach, he was smitten. But he was in for the surprise of his life when she turned out to be Natalie Reyes! The big-city cop had returned to Harbor Town to be the chief of police. Instead, he was battling an intense attraction to the woman who was forcing him to confront his past…
The lone survivor of the crash that had destroyed their families, Natalie needed Liam’s help to finally move past the tragedy that shattered her life. Yet the innocent beauty wasn’t prepared for the passion that flared between them. And now her very future was in the hands of a man who just might be able to heal her heart with his loving touch…
Excerpt: Liam’s Perfect Woman by Beth Kery
Book 2: Home to Harbor Town series
“Please sit down. Thank you again for agreeing to see me.” She was pleased to hear that her voice didn’t tremble.
“I still can’t imagine why you wanted to,” he said before he shut the door. Natalie jumped slightly at the brisk bang. She held herself unnaturally still as he sauntered toward a chair in front of her desk, all careless ease, a male animal in his prime who was supremely comfortable in his own skin. As he started to sit he leaned forward several inches, peering into the light cast by the single dim lamp on her desk.
Natalie moved subtly back into the cloaking shadows.
“I’m not accustomed to meeting strangers in dark rooms, Ms. Reyes. How do I know you’re not planning to jump me?”
For a few seconds, she was too knocked off balance to reply. His eyebrows went up in wry amusement and he leaned back in the chair. He, too, became shrouded in shadows with the exception of an angle of light that fell across his lower face, allowing her to see his mouth. It was a compelling mouth…decisive. Made for giving orders and laughing and…
His lips tilted ever so slightly, as if he’d read her mind.
“I can assure you I have no plans to ‘jump’ you, Mr. Kavanaugh,” she replied with what she hoped was cold austerity.
“Too bad. A little action might have spiced up my evening.”
“I’m sorry to have disappointed you.”
He gave a slight shrug, ignoring her sarcasm. “No need to apologize. I’ll get used to the slug’s pace of Harbor Town before long.”
“Do you already miss it, then?”
She sensed his muscles tensing despite his seemingly negligent posture. “What? My old job?”
“What do you know about my old job?”
She set down the pen she’d been nervously twisting in her lap on the desk. She could feel his gaze on her hand, which shown clearly in the pool of light cast by the shaded lamp.
“I’m friends with your sister-in-law, Mari. She’s the one who told me you’d retired from your position at the Chicago P.D. and were returning to Harbor Town to become our police chief. Congratulations on your new position. We’re very lucky to have a detective who has been decorated so many times and has so much experience.”
He remained unmoving and silent. She found herself leaning forward slightly into thelight, trying to assess his expression.
“You don’t believe me? Why?” she asked quietly when she saw his lips were tilted slightly in skepticism…or was it derision?
“I’m sorry, I’m just finding it hard to believe you invited me into your office to welcome me to Harbor Town and extol my virtues. I’m a Kavanaugh, after all. You’re a Reyes.”
For a few taut seconds she heard nothing but her heart pounding in her ears.
“I’m an individual, Mr. Kavanaugh. Not a history.”
He laughed, the low, rough quality of it taking her by surprise.
“Stop with the Mr. Kavanaugh. I’m Liam.”
“Fine. I’m Natalie,” she replied breathlessly.’
“And nothing against your individuality or anything, but I doubt even if you’d been marooned on a desert island for the past sixteen years you’d be unaffected by our history. So why don’t you just tell me why you asked me here tonight?”
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