Prologue

Sierra

THE FIRST TIME I EVER laid eyes on Dodge Walker, I knew I was in trouble. He was handsome as hell; his smile melted my panties and had me wanting things I’d never dreamed I’d wish for, and he agitated the hell out of me. He had a cocky attitude that drove me insane . . . not to mention he had a thing for Ryn, a friend of mine who used to be his fuck-buddy not too long ago.

Ugh. Seeing him in my favorite Starbucks this morning certainly had me confused. I wanted to dislike him, but I couldn’t. I found myself lost in thought about him. Dreaming of what it would be like for him to hold me in his arms, slowly make love to me as he whispered in my ear how beautiful and sexy I was.

Jesus, I needed to stop this.

After saying hi to Ryn, Dodge turned to me. I could feel my face flush as I looked him over.

Stupid sexy bastard. I wished like hell he went by his real name . . . Aaron. It fit him so much better than Dodge.

“Hey, Sierra. How are you doing?”

Sucking my lower lip into my mouth, I dreamed of Dodge’s lips on mine. Giving him a slight nod, I barely said, “Hey, how’s it going?”

Smiling, Dodge turned back to Ryn. He narrowed his eyes and pulled his head back. “Holy shit. It’s all over your face.”

Sucking in a breath, I jumped up and pushed Dodge back. “Oh, no you don’t. I noticed it first, so back off, boy-toy.”

Dodge glared at me and a fire ignited in my body. I wonder how big he is? Would I feel him for a few days after he buried himself deep inside me?

Sierra, stop thinking about him like that!

“I don’t think so, short stack. I noticed the moment I walked in.”

“I call bullshit,” I said as I threw my hands onto my hips. “Listen, dickhead, you think you saw what you saw, but really you didn’t see anything at all because you’re probably still hung up on her. Being hung up on her, you thought you saw something there, but you didn’t.”

Dodge pulled his head back and stared at me. Even I knew none of that had made any sense.

Damn it all to hell. Why does he make me so nervous? I feel like a teenage girl whenever he’s around.

“What in the fuck do you smoke every morning?”

An older woman I had been talking to earlier cleared her throat. “Language, kids.”

Dodge took me by the arm and my stomach dropped as his heat invaded my body. Pulling me out of the Starbucks and away from the door, Dodge turned me to him. “Listen, why don’t you get your coffee and head on out of here? Go to work and do whatever it is you do.”

Dodge looked me up and down and the pulsing between my legs grew. Shit! I hated that he had such an effect on me. Stupid good-looking, son-of-a-bitch. His blue eyes landed back on mine, and I longed to tell him how I really felt.

“What do you do? You a secretary to some hot doctor who you screw at night before he goes home to his sad, lonely wife?”

The air immediately left my body as I heard Tristan and Ryn behind me. The only thing I could do was stare at Dodge as the memory of walking in on my husband and best friend having sex flooded my mind.

Dodge smirked as he searched my face. Fighting to hold back my tears, I vowed I’d never let Dodge Walker ever make me feel that way again. Turning, I slowly began to walk away as a tear made its way down my cheek. Quickly wiping it away before that asshole could see what he did to me.

I needed to get out of there before I lost control and let the emotions I had bottled up inside out.

“Wait! Sierra, I didn’t mean to—”

Tristan stepped in front of me and looked at Dodge. “Stop. Just stop talking.”

Glancing back at me, Tristan asked if I was okay. Nodding my head, I was barely able to find the words to speak. “I’m gonna head to work. I’ll give y’all a call later. Let’s do dinner so I can hear all about how y’all got back together again.”

Turning around, I gave Dodge my best go-to-hell look. “Because I knew first she got back with him, you stupid asshole!” Before Dodge could reply, I headed to my car parked across the street.

Once I was safely a few blocks away, I pulled over and attempted to get my emotions under control. How stupid was I to think Dodge Walker was anything but a man-whore who only cared about himself?

He’d never be interested in me.

Never.

Closing my eyes, I let my tears fall.