confidence, the restrained beauty of sexy suits and impeccably styled hair. A woman he could discuss the law or the latest Wall Street news with, not someone who challenged him with arguments and teasing until he was lightheaded. He didn’t want to like her. Topping the list of reasons why was the fact that she was Franklin’s daughter. There wasn’t a scenario on earth that would make him friendly toward Franklin again. Beckett twisted the faucet, cutting off the stream of water. And there wasn’t anything that could change the circumstances of his relationship with Gianna. She was his tenant, she had children. Both factors made the complications so steep that it should have only strengthened his resolve to swear off women for the rest of the year. Trudy had been a mistake, one that he should have seen coming ... and then run full-speed in the opposite direction. While Beckett considered them to be casually dating, the willowy brunette had been measuring his windows for new curtains and practically printing up business cards that said Mrs. Beckett Pierce. Her biggest mistake had been assuming that being mayor of Blue Moon was just a steppingstone in his political career. She had actually started making inquiries into their district’s congressional election. “For you, darling. Isn’t it time you look beyond this tiny town?” she had asked, stroking a manicured hand down his chest. She didn’t understand why someone “with his education and drive” would want to stay in Blue Moon Bend. She told him he was wasting his potential. He told her they were over. And in a move that he never saw coming, the erudite twenty-eight-year-old financial advisor set his welcome mat on fire and handcuffed herself to his staircase demanding that he reconsider ending their relationship. Ellery had taken great pleasure in calling Sheriff Donovan Cardona to take care of the problem. “She was showing you her crazy all along,” his paralegal had told him. “You just weren’t paying attention.” Cardona had advised Trudy that it would be wise to never show her face near Beckett again and she had pouted off in her Mercedes, tires squealing, presumably to line up a new victim. It had been enough for Beckett to swear off women for a while. He was grateful that the recent attention from Summer’s article was starting to die down without having reignited Trudy’s interest in him. Women , he shook his head. The thought brought him right back to Gianna and her sexy sea-witch eyes. What was it about her that had his blood and his ability to reason rushing right out of his head? She would be a mistake. They would be a mistake. At least after the way he had bitten off her head, she wouldn’t be open to making that mistake with him. He dragged a towel through his hair. It wasn’t like him to snap like that. Instead of maintaining an aloof coolness, he had gone temper tantrum on her. He would have to apologize. Just as soon as he could be sure he wouldn’t lose his control again and yell at her or, worse, grab her and kiss her until they were both shaking. Just as soon as he completely understood the out-of-control twin urges to push her away and claim her as his.
* * * B eckett went about his business the rest of the day and blocked out all thoughts of the redheaded temptress. He kept his office door closed and stayed focused on work. Both of his appointments went well and he was able to squeeze in a return call to Bruce Oakleigh on the man’s concerns regarding the proposed Halloween parade route. He considered it a success when the call only took thirty-two minutes. A pop in by the Fincher brothers kept him occupied for the rest of the afternoon. The flannel-clad siblings ran a campground outside of town and were arguing about buying more property. After the argument was settled and the Finchers were on their way, Beckett thought about texting his brothers to see if they would meet him tonight on the farm to drink a