Shane and Cheyenne Native Americans descended from a long lost tribe on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Chey has returned for their chieftain’s funeral who is Shane’s great grandfather. The former lovers find the flame between them is still hot but secrets separated them years ago and will keep them apart until they are willing to trust one another.
Shane sat at the small kitchen table, his long fingers wrapped around a frosted glass of whiskey. A bottle of Jack and Stoli sat on the counter
Guess he watered more than the cat when her mother visited her.
“Didn’t know your pleasure or if you imbibed,” he said lowly, pointing to the liquor bottles. His wicked golden gaze delved into her.
Leaning against the counter, she barked a short laugh as her blood pressure spiked under his heated stare. “Just because I’m adopted, Shane, doesn’t mean I didn’t pick up family habits.” She poured a shot of whiskey and instantly felt the liquor still the warring cells in her body.
“Thought that’s why your mom spirited you off to Florida years ago—to get you away from my habits with you.” The muscle of his jaw tightened.
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