Kingston Family ~ Dirty Dares Book 10
By Carly Phillips
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He’s the last single Dare sibling standing.
She’s his lost love who disappeared.
Now she’s back, bringing secrets and danger.
Hadley Stevens is on the run with her younger sister—again—but this time, she’s in control. Zach Dare might hate her, but she knows he’d never turn away someone in need. He’s the only man she trusts. The man she’s never gotten over. Even if she left him without a word.
Zach never expected the girl he once loved to walk into his bar. The last time he saw her, he’d dropped her off after school and promised to pick her up for prom. Except she disappeared.
Now, she’s back with a new name, but the same doe eyes and pouty lips, and she’s asking for the help he would have gladly given her all those years ago.
Zach agrees to protect them, but he refuses to fall for Hadley again. But late nights working side by side give them a tempting glimpse at the life they could have had…and all the reasons he loved her come flooding back.
He’ll have to keep her safe.
Before he can convince her to stay.
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Zach attempted to give his friend advice on his love life but other than his siblings’ recent relationships and marriages, Zach had little of his own adult experiences to draw from.
One night stands? Yeah, those he could do. Relationships meant exposing too much of himself and he wouldn’t go there again.
Remy ran a hand through his too-long hair. Once he’d left the force, he’d gone overboard in growing out his hair and beard. A fuck you to the rules he’d been subjected to as a cop. “I’ll think about it,” he muttered.
Zach decided a subject change was in order. “Okay so … since you’ve mentioned it twice, just what is my type?” He was curious what his friend thought considering Remy had never seen Zach with a woman more than once or twice.
Remy smirked at the question. “If I had to describe her, I would say she’s understated but beautiful, has ample curves but isn’t but overly voluptuous.” He drummed his fingers on the counter as he continued to think.
Meanwhile, Zach couldn’t believe Remy had nailed Zach’s ideal woman. The one perfect female who’d had his heart back when he’d believed settling down was in his future. God, he’d been young. And stupid.
The sound of Remy slurping the end of his drink pulled Zach out of his musings.
“In other words,” Remy said, “She’s the opposite of anyone I’ve ever seen you with. Someone like … her.” He pointed towards the bar’s entrance before turning back to Zach – who spun to face the door.
He took one look at the woman standing with her hand on a teenager’s shoulder and felt the blood drain from his face. He blinked, certain he was mistaken. He must be imagining her because Remy had been spot-on in his description and Zach had been trying not to remember too much about her.
Remy stood up beside him. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
He slammed a hand down and curled a spare napkin into a wrinkled ball. “That’s because I fucking have.”