gorgeous that she found it hard to do so. Wearing his blue uniform, he still had that look that left a woman’s mind
whirling and her body overheated.
He had changed a lot from the young man she had fallen in love with years ago. He was taller, bigger and more
muscular. The few lines he had developed in the corners of his eyes, and the firmness of his jaw made his face more angular, his coffee-colored features stark and disturbingly handsome and still a pleasure to look at.
She noted there were certain things about him that had
remained the same. The shape of his mouth was still a total turn-on, and he still had those sexy dimples he used to flash at her so often. Then there were those dark eyes—deep,
penetrating—that at one time had had the ability to read her mind by just looking at her. How else had he known when
she’d wanted him to make love to her without her having to utter a single word?
Suddenly Shelly felt nervous, panicky when she
remembered the reason she had moved back to town. But there was no way she could tell Dare that he was AJ’s
father—at least not today. She needed time to pull herself together. Seeing him again had derailed her senses,
making it impossible for her to think straight. The only thing she wanted was to get AJ and leave.
“I came for my son, Dare,” she finally found her voice to say,
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