Note: This scene includes a non-explicit reference to intimacy and a single use of profanity.
I’m on birth control.
Riley’s words hadn’t hit Gage at the time—he’d been far too distracted to comprehend anything beyond “yes”—but they struck him now.
He drummed his fingers on the wheel of the old truck. Next to him, Riley’s hair whipped in the wind, giving him the occasional—and much needed—smack in the face. She’d never been on birth control before, and there was no good time to ask about that. And even if he came up with a way to ask that didn’t make him sound like a possessive ass, the last thing he really wanted was for her to sit there thinking about anyone else.
He sighed. He was jealous of a dead man.
Gage wasn’t proud of it. The admission had no place in the fragile state of his relationship with Riley, whatever it was. The RV, wedged in the shed, lacked a sunrise, so he had no idea how many hours they’d made love, or how many times. He knew only that he’d spent every moment with her in his arms—some dozing, most in utter disbelief she was actually his again. Was being the operative word, because for all he knew she’d turned to him out of fear or a longing for something familiar. Self-preservation wouldn’t let him believe she could still want him in the bright light of day.
Not even the wide, open Oklahoma prairie held that much promise.
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Riley Beckett’s past just came back to haunt her . . . and this time, he’s got a gun.
When Gage Lawton finds his brother shot dead on his back porch, every shred of evidence points to one person: Gage’s former lover, Riley. He and she didn’t part ways on good terms, and he’s not planning to rekindle anything now–not when he’s got a revolver pointed at her head and a finger on the trigger.
A year after Riley swore she and Gage were over, he returns in a hail of gunfire. One look into those achingly familiar blue eyes and she knows how wrong she was to let him go, but now far more than their heated past stands in the way. A twist of fate puts them in the crosshairs of a killer, leaving Riley with two slim options: trust her greatest betrayer or face a murderer on her own.