He grunted in pain, and I realized I wanted more so I tried again only to be stopped by his hand on my wrist. “You’re pushing it.”

“Do you have any idea what you just did to me?”

“You had my father killed. I think we’re even.”

“So breaking up with me was your way of getting back at me?”

He shot me an impatient look. “Not in the least, but it’s good to know where you stand with us.”

“I’ll always stand by us.”

“Even if my hairline recedes and I grow a beer gut?”

“You don’t drink beer.”

“You’re welcome,” he smugly stated causing me to slap him in the six slabs of concrete under discussion. “I told you about that.”

The warning in his eyes was clear. I shrieked and scrambled to escape his lap, but he was much too fast. He locked his arms around my waist and sunk his teeth into my shoulder. “I told you,” he growled and pushed his hips up until they met mine.

He may have been too much for most women, but his forcefulness was exactly what drove me wild and kept me crazy about him.

It took a special kind of girl to bring Keiran Masters to his knees.

We made out as if we were teens again when he would drag me out from my house in the middle of the night during the summer and into the backseat of his car.

It didn’t take long for his jeans to be around his ankles with me also naked from the waist down and riding him as if my life depended on it.

“Oh, my… Fuck,” I cried when I finally came and shook around him. He grunted from the force of his own release as he came inside me and nibbled on my jaw before kissing his way down my neck. My hips moved slowly against him, and with his cock lodged deep inside me, I could have easily come a second time.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Love you,” I gasped when he sucked my breast into his mouth, “more.”

“I doubt that.” He released my nipple and grinned up at me with all his boyish goodness.

My eyebrow lifted at his response. “We could always beat the crap out of each other to settle the score like you do with Dash and Keenan.”

“I thought we could go upstairs and make another home video.”

For Keiran’s birthday this year, I finally gave in to his desire to tape us when we made love so we could capture moments that passed between that were fleeting but powerful.

We made a few dirty ones, too.

I captured his lips. It was my turn to kiss him senseless, so when he closed his eyes and gave in, loosening his grip in the process, I made my move.

“You have to catch me first.” His eyes popped open, but it was too late. I was already heading for the stairs. I knew without looking back that he chased.

He always would.

* * *

I pushed the cart through the produce aisle heading for the tomatoes. I decided to get an early start on repairing our relationship and left Keiran at home in bed. I read in some girl magazine while waiting for a dentist appointment that the key to a man’s heart was through his stomach or his mother, and since I couldn’t exactly call his mother from the other side for advice, an omelet would have to do.

Keiran’s lovemaking last night surprised me. In all the years we’d been together, he’d never taken me so tenderly. To be honest, it wasn’t something I thought him capable of doing. I was definitely grateful to have gotten it on video. The only thing we couldn’t capture was the love in his eyes when he brought us release—that I’d have to rely on only my memory to keep close.

I reluctantly pushed back memories of last night and made quick work of my grocery list. After ringing up with the cashier, I carried my purchases out into the California heat, ready to get back to my temperamental boyfriend.

“Lake Monroe?”

I turned at the sound of my name and immediately took in the badges and holstered pistols as two men approached. Instinct recognized them as the new detectives assigned to replace the two who tried to send me to jail for the rest of my life for a man who deserved so much worse than he got.

“What are you doing here? This is California.”

“We’re aware of the jurisdiction, Ms. Monroe. I’m Detective Grayson and this is Detective Roberts.”

“Boy, you guys are really going for the record books, aren’t you? Let me guess… You’re here to arrest me without a warrant again. Or maybe you’ve been following me to see if I’ve been stalking health centers—”

“We just want to ask you a few questions.”