By Jay Hogan
Two years ago, I made a mistake, a big one. Then I added a couple more just for good measure. I screwed up my life, but I survived. Now I have the opportunity for a fresh start. Two years in NZ. Away from the LA gossip, a chance to breathe, to rebuild my life. But I’m taking a new set of rules with me.
I don’t do relationships.
I don’t do commitment.
I don’t do white picket fences.
And I especially don’t do arrogant, holier-than-thou, smoking hot K9 officers who walk into my ER and rock my world.
One thing for certain, Dr. Michael Oliver is an arrogant, untrustworthy player, and I barely survived the last one of those. He might be gorgeous, but my daughter takes number one priority. I won’t risk her being hurt, again. I’m a solo dad, a K9 cop and a son to pain-in-the-ass parents.
I don’t have time for games.
I don’t have time for taking chances.
I don’t have time for more complications in my life.
And I sure as hell don’t have time for the infuriating Dr. Michael Oliver, however damn sexy he is.
He gathered Paris’s lead, then slid those mahogany eyes over Michael’s chest, lingering on his piercings. The heat emanating from the man’s stare could have set Michael’s chest hair on fire, even though his outward expression suggested he’d swallowed something nasty instead, but Michael wasn’t fooled. Yep. Gay, bi, curious… or just a fucking closet case? Yeah, that would make all kinds of sense.
Pondering the options, he was caught off guard when Josh leaned in and lowered his voice, his lips inches from Michael’s ear. “You might wanna put a shirt on and button your jeans before you leave, doctor. Just saying.”
Instinctively, Michael glanced down and… shit. Sure enough, his jeans were still unbuttoned, and with the fly partway down, he was lucky his junk wasn’t waving in the breeze. He lifted his eyes and cocked his head. “I’m touched you noticed. I’d offer you the honors since it appears you’re so interested, but it’s a bit crowded in here, don’t you think? I suppose a date is out of the question?” He added a wink for pure piss-off value.
Josh’s cool demeanor faltered just for a second before sliding back into casual distaste, which surprisingly stung.
“You’d be right about that,” he answered flatly, turning for the door. But he didn’t leave. Instead, his shoulders dropped with a sigh and he turned back, a softer expression on his face.
Michael raised a questioning brow.
“For Jackson,” Josh qualified. “He’s a good kid.”
And then the arrogant fucker threw Michael a goddamn smile: a fucking, sun shining, riveting glimpse of genuine warmth, humor, and soft appreciation that shocked the hell out of Michael. Goddammit. He’d just got comfortable hating the guy and now everything he thought he knew changed in that one split second. Well, shit.
Josh stroked his dog’s head once and left without even a backward glance, leaving Michael struggling to regain his equilibrium. He blinked slowly and took a few deep breaths.
To say it had been an interesting evening didn’t even begin to cover it, but two things were certain. The handler was crazy hot, and Michael was pretty sure the man didn’t swing straight. Still, even if Michael had glimpsed a very different person behind the prickly front, the bastard was clearly a complicated bag of shit, and most definitely not worth Michael’s interest. Yeah, right. His traitorous cock was rock-hard, at full mast and waving a white flag in dispute. With a quick check to make sure no one was looking, Michael rearranged his dick, buttoned his fly, and grabbed his shirt from the floor. Nope. Not even remotely interested.
I am a New Zealand author writing in m/m romance, and romantic suspense. I have traveled extensively and lived in the US, Canada, France, Australia and South Korea. In a past life I have been an Intensive Care Nurse, Counselor, and a Nursing Lecturer.
I’m a cat aficionado especially of Maine Coons, and an avid dog lover (but don’t tell the cat). I love to cook, pretty damn good, love to sing, pretty damn average, and as for loving full-time writing, absolutely… depending of course on the day, the word count, the deadline, how obliging my characters are, the ambient temperature in the Western Sahara, whether Jupiter is rising, the size of the ozone hole over New Zealand and how much coffee I’ve had.
Welcome to my world.
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