Something Sinful This Way Comes [McQueen Was My Valley 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

walk, his intelligent eyes quickly scanned Xandra’s face. She tried to look even more sincere than she felt, and it worked. With his free hand he took her upper arm with authority, as though he were arresting her , and shuffled her out of Cass’s office.
    “All right,” he muttered as she closed the door. “Just for tonight.”
    That was more than satisfactory to Xandra. She had to finally admit to herself she found the policeman incredibly attractive. Probably pushing forty, he carried his beautifully muscular build with the confidence and arrogance of a man who always got his way. His dazzling arctic eyes were the shade of icebergs, and she could see where he could put the fear of God into someone. Indeed, she could easily imagine him strangling a prisoner barehanded without breaking a sweat, that’s how brutal and ferocious he came across. Horowitz. He had that stately, aquiline Jewish nose Xandra had always admired. Tall, dark, and handsome. That was her type.
    And yes, as Cass had noted, he possessed an impeccably hot ass. She had checked it out when Cass had dragged him down the hallway earlier. She had never seen such a luscious, shapely ass. And even her mortification over Nathan eyeballing her vibrator in her nightstand hadn’t prevented her from using it again.
    She was treading in dangerous waters, she knew. The last thing she needed as she recovered from Javier was another epic asshat. And this belligerent cop had already whaled upon two poor fishermen in the past twenty-four hours. Why was she drawn to such savage beasts? She needed to fight her carnal urges for this fierce brute. Cass wants him. I shouldn’t step in between my best friend and the man she wants.
    “May I ask why you once more were walloping a fellow angler?”
    “He deserved it.” Nathan had a deep voice, resonant of Texas. “He said something about Afghanistan. Disparaging fellow servicemen.” He said something that sounded like “ Bala’a il a’air .” That probably meant “dickhead” in Arabic.
    “Oh, you served overseas? I thought you were a policeman in Abilene?”
    “I am. Was. Now I’m just a humble fisherman.”
    They were at her front door. “Oh, really? You fish for a living?”
    “Yeah.” At last he looked at her as she swiped her cardkey. Maybe he was just too drunk, but he appeared to be sad about something. Or sad in general. His sensitivity about the military overseas convinced her he had served there in some capacity. “Fishing. I’m a fishing guide now that I’ve retired from police work. Fly fishing,” he added, as though trying to convince himself of it.
    They entered her suite and she closed the door behind him. “In Abilene?”
    “Was. I was hoping to do a startup around here. Do you think there are enough people in McQueen Valley who want to fly fish?”
    “Doug or Cass would be the ones to ask about that. I know I inherited an entire cattle operation along with this lodge, but I haven’t even ridden out once to take a look at it. I’m hoping it will just run itself, I guess. It has so far. But obviously some of the land encompasses the Colorado River and some of its tributaries.” It had occurred to Xandra that some unscrupulous guy might pursue her simply because she was now wealthy, so she normally didn’t discuss this freely with potential stalkers. But for some reason she felt comfortable with Nathan, maybe because he was in the law enforcement field.
    “I know you’re too busy to come, but maybe tomorrow you’d let me take a horse down to the river.”
    Xandra tossed her purse onto the couch’s end table. She should offer Mr. Horowitz a drink just for something polite to do. He was allegedly already drunk, but he sure didn’t seem it. “Sure. We don’t offer horseback riding for guests because they’d get in the way of the cattle, but we’ve got a small stable for ourselves and the ranch hands. You ride those things?”
    Dear Lord, was he handsome when he smiled. His icy