MaggieLook, I may be the daughter of a hippie and maybe a little free-spirited, but going on the run and leaving my home, my career and everything I love is too much even for me. Well, add to this the incident where I was on the verge of death, and you can understand why I had a moment of madness and sex with an absurdly hot policeman who was able to find all my erogenous zones just two hours earlier. One night of madness is still possible I get it, but now... now, not only am I enjoying all the small town delights, but I'm also attracted to a certain brash and oh so sweet cop that completely defies my better judgment. Officer Wyatt Reynolds may be the hottest cop I've ever met. I've ever met, and being handcuffed to his bed may not be the worst thing that's ever happened to me, but I'm playing a dangerous game. Staying here, letting yourself fall in love with Wyatt, isn't just a terrible idea. It's too dangerous.WyattThere's nothing wrong with order and control. A well-organized sock drawer is a sign of a well-organized mind, right? I always wanted to be a police officer, and believe me, I know what a problem is when I meet it along the way. That's why I ignored my instant attraction to a stranger I pulled over for a broken taillight. Of course, Maggie Blossom may be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and her sexy-as-hell voice makes me picture her in my bed in handcuffs, but she is a problem with a capital P. However, this does not stop me from spending one hot, painful night with her. But one night is not enough for me. Maggie and I may be like fire and water, but she feels right at home in my small town and in my heart, and I can't imagine what would make me even happier. But will the secrets she keeps stop me from claiming her as my own? Author's Note: This is a story from a series of single, short and dirty short stories. (Well. Very. Dirty.) If you're looking for a quick read with true love, an overprotective alpha, blue collar man, then this series about, figuratively speaking, real men, is for you!