Kate Carpenter thinks her Tennessee State trooper husband is dead.
ATF Agent Michael Lehman knows he is not.
When Michael goes undercover into Kate's elementary classroom for a few weeks, posed as a school drug cop, his mission is to find out what Kate knows about her husband's supposed death, and to determine if she has any involvement in hiding away the AWOL trooper turned drug runner.
His mission is to get answers. Get into her life. And not into her panties.
But somehow things go haywire....
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They were the longest, sexiest legs Michael Lehmann thought he had ever seen.
Although her frame was small, with narrow hips and a wasp-like waist, her legs, as they say, went all the way up. The woman wore a pair of low-slung black trousers that hugged tight to her hips and thighs, showing off some of her best assets. A white knit sweater clung to every curve of her upper body—and the curves were ample. Although she wasn’t an overly tall woman, the illusion of tall and thin was accentuated by her outfit. The finishing touch a pair of black boots sporting heels that looked a little too high to be “teacher-ish.”
But the thing that snapped Michael’s libido to attention embarrassingly quick, was the mane of blond hair streaked with auburn highlights, coupled with emerald eyes set like perfect jewels against the backdrop of black and white.
Deep emerald eyes.
Yes. He knew that. He had stared into them a whole lot lately—well, into the photo in her file. He’d studied this case, and Kate Carpenter, for weeks. He glanced to that manila file folder, now laying open across the passenger side of his cruiser—said picture staring back up at him—and frowned.
Not the open-and-shut case they’d once thought. No. That feeling was stuck in his gut. This all went much deeper.
As he sat parked next to the
playground, his gaze lifted and he returned to examine every inch of Kate’s
body while she crossed the school-yard. His breathing deepened as he took in the
sexy hitch in her step, every subtle expression on her face. He scowled. Another
place, another time—perhaps if he’d spotted her in a bar, or at the mall—he’d
have approached her and made small talk, perhaps asked for her number. Pursued
her. Admitting his attraction to her, even to himself, during a case was
against his own personal moral code. Legend
But when he looked at her, his brain raced with thoughts of how physically attractive he found her, and how he could be incredibly interested in her—
If things were different.
But things weren’t different.
Clearing up the mystery of Rob Carpenter’s murder was the goal, not romancing the object of his investigation. Sure, he never thought he’d end up undercover in Carpenter’s wife’s classroom, but here he was, posing as a school drug cop in order to get into her life.
But not into her panties.
That was not part of the deal.
Still, he never expected the woman to be a curvy blonde who would cause his pulse to quicken. But she was. And it was all he could do not to imagine that halo of flame unleashed from its single braid, fanning out around her on a pillow.
Dammit. Forget it Lehmann. This you don’t need. Not now.
He watched her round the corner of the school building, calling out to a child. His heart raced, unable to keep his mind from wandering… How her lips might feel pressed against his. How soft she was. How passionate. How deep he could slide into her….
And how the hell Rob Carpenter could screw over a woman like that.
He washed his hands over his face, shaking his head.
Fuck. Give it a break.
Perhaps Jenkins was right. Perhaps Kate Carpenter’s image of the widowed school teacher, prim and proper, was a hoax.
“You could have made this a lot easier, sweetheart,” he mumbled, “if you were about a hundred pounds heavier and a foot shorter. Maybe about fifteen years older. With bad teeth.”
But she wasn’t. She was a beautiful young woman. One he hoped wasn’t mixed up in the hottest drug-running operation to hit this area in years. One he hoped to hell wasn’t hiding away a husband who was supposed to be dead.