Simply the Best
Scarred Hearts, #3
by Wendi Zwaduk
Publisher: Megan Slayer
A chance meeting leading to a lasting love?
Sam Rhodes swore he had his life sorted out. He loves his job at the Gates Mills Police Department and his dating life—all the guys he wants as long as he keeps things quiet. But a chance meeting at the library has him rethinking everything he knows. Can this seasoned officer accept what he never knew he wanted, especially if the love of his life could be a woman?
Emma Haeferle’s plans for the day included shelving books at the Gates Mills library, hanging out with her friend and avoiding the leering glances from her boss. When she locks gazes with the handsome bald man across the second floor of the library, all bets are off. She longs to wrap herself in his muscle-bound arms, but can a chance encounter really be simply the best?
Anything is possible when you only accept the best.
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A blonde pushing a cart caught his attention. He only saw the back of her, but the view he got knocked him for a loop. Heart shaped ass, pale blonde hair grazing the middle of her back and the longest legs. She stopped at the main desk and spoke to one of the male workers, then added more books to the cart. When she turned, the breath wrenched from Sam’s chest. Green eyes and a smile guaranteed to melt his heart.
The woman rolled her eyes at the guy behind the counter and shook her head. Before he could make another move, she stomped away from him.
Good for her. Sam flattened the paper on the table. He’d keep an eye on her. Something about the man at the information desk rankled him. He glanced down at the paper every so often, but didn’t read a word on the page. She captivated him.
A thought occurred to him. Why the hell was he watching her when he could be talking to her? He refolded the newspaper and stood and returned it to the proper shelf. Courage wasn’t his issue, still, he shored himself up in case she told him to get lost.
“Excuse me? I’m looking for a book.” Shit. On what? “Serial killers.” Great way to win over a woman.
She smiled and inched the cart out of the way. “Those are over here in this aisle.” She waved her hand and led him to the proper area of the library. “Do you have any particular person in mind?”
“You,” he blurted. Christ. Talk about fucking smooth. “I mean…”
“I’ve heard a lot of come-ons here. But that one was a first.” She held out her hand. “I’m Emma. Any guy who is trying so hard not to sound silly and still ask me out deserves a chance. I go on break in fifteen minutes. Want to come along?”
“Cool. Now which serial killer did you want to look up?”
“Look, I’ll be honest. I didn’t want to look up any of them.” He bowed his head. “I wanted to talk to you. Now I have and I look like a creepy stalker. I’m sorry.” God. All the confidence he used while on the job went right out the window the moment he saw her.
“I like your honesty.”
“My name is Sam. How about after you get off work, we meet for coffee?”