The Good Girl's Second Chance. Christine Rimmer
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To raise his little girl up right was more than enough. He didn’t need that special woman, after all.
Or so he’d believed until twelve nights ago.
Until Chloe led him into her house and straight to her bed.
Chloe.
She had it all—everything he’d already accepted he wasn’t going to find. And no one had ever tasted so good.
Reluctantly, he broke the kiss.
She stared up at him, eyes full of stars. “Come back to my house? Be with me tonight?”
“Damn, Chloe. I was afraid you’d never ask.”
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The Bravos of Justice Creek: Where bold hearts collide under Western skies
The Good Girl’s Second Chance
Christine Rimmer
CHRISTINE RIMMER came to her profession the long way around. She tried everything from acting to teaching to telephone sales. Now she’s finally found work that suits her perfectly. She insists she never had a problem keeping a job—she was merely gaining “life experience” for her future as a novelist. Christine lives with her family in Oregon. Visit her at www.christinerimmer.com.
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Contents
Chloe Winchester woke with a startled cry.
She popped straight up in bed as her heart trip-hammered against her ribs. Splaying a hand to her heaving chest, she sent a frantic, frightened glance around the darkened room.
No threat. None.
Just her shadowed bedroom in the middle of the night, silvery moonlight streaming in the high, narrow window over the curtained sliding glass door.
“Nothing, it’s nothing,” she whispered aloud between gasps for air. “A nightmare.” More specifically, it was the nightmare, the one starring her ultrasuccessful, über-controlling, bad-tempered ex-husband, Ted.
Not real, she reminded herself. Not anymore.
Ted Davies was the past. He held no threat for her now.
Chloe smoothed a shaking hand over her hair, pressed her cool fingers to her flushed cheek and took long, deep breaths until her racing heart slowed. Finally, when her pulse had settled to a normal rhythm and the dew of fear-sweat had dried on her skin, she plumped her pillow, settled back under the covers and closed her eyes.
Sleep didn’t come.
She tossed and turned for a while, and then tried to make herself lie still as she stared up at the ceiling and willed herself to feel drowsy again.
Not happening.
Finally, with a weary sigh, she shoved back the covers and went to the kitchen. She heated milk and sweetened it with honey. Then she carried her mug to the living area, where she turned a single lamp on low. Gazing out the two stories of windows that faced her back deck, she sipped slowly and tried to clear her mind of everything but the beauty of the Colorado night.
She could see a light on in the big house down the hill from her. Quinn Bravo lived there with his little daughter, Annabelle, and that funny old guy, Manny. They’d moved in a few months before.
Chloe smiled to herself. So. Somebody down there couldn’t sleep, either. Maybe Quinn? Could the tough martial arts star suffer from bad dreams, too?
Unlikely.