Flawed (The Billion Heirs #2) Read Online Helen Hardt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Billion Heirs Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
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“Jesus…”

I clear my throat. “Anyway, even though I didn’t really know my brother anymore, the whole thing got me interested in law enforcement, and specifically detective work. I felt like there was something more that the guys on my brother’s case weren’t seeing. So I enrolled in the police academy and somehow I ended up here in Bayfield. I originally thought I’d join the force in Billings, but there was an opening here, and I got it.”

“You’re young for a detective,” he comments.

“I’m twenty-eight. I was only in uniform for a year before they promoted me.”

“That’s pretty impressive.”

I’m not sure how to reply, so I simply keep talking. “Not that there’s a ton of detective work to do in such a small town, which is probably why the Bridger investigation is such a wet dream for Peterson. He’s itching to solve a murder case.”

“I hope he solves it,” Miles says. “Because when he does, he’ll prove that my brothers and I are innocent.”

We hit the Silverton town limits. “Rigazzi’s is just up there on your right.” I point toward the restaurant. “There are a few parking spaces in the back. It’s a weeknight, so you might get lucky.”

“Oh, I’ll get lucky.” He grins. “I always do.”

He might be a little cocky, but he’s probably not wrong.

5

MILES

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When I took the keys for one of the ranch’s trucks, Chance didn’t ask where I was going or what I was doing. Maybe it’s because we spent all day together tracking a bunch of calves, or maybe because we’re grown fucking men. He lifted his chin at me on my way out the door and nothing more.

I had no intention of telling him that I’m taking Sadie out for dinner. He probably wouldn’t care because hell, she can give us the inside scoop on what the hell’s going on with the dead body. Feeding a detective might mean she feeds us info right back. Not that I’m going to fuck the detective for information.

Oh, I’ll fuck Sadie for sure, but not because of the case.

I might be a dick sometimes, but I’m not an asshole. And not to women.

Especially not to Sadie because there’s something about her. Something besides the hot, wet clench of her pussy around my fingers or her calm demeanor that hides her passionate—and what I figure is a little naughty—nature.

It was a painful ride home. Sitting astride a motorcycle with a raging hard on is far from fun. Once I got back I took care of things in the shower. It didn’t take long since I had the scent of her on my fingers and her panties in my pocket.

I never expected to see her again, which didn’t sit well with me. There was a connection. There had to be—she gave me her panties and let me under her skirt in the middle of a bar. Sadie isn’t the kind of woman who routinely lets a random guy finger her in a public place. Not sure how I know this, but I do.

After my initial surprise when she showed up at the house, I was happy to see her. So was my dick. I didn’t even wait two hours after she rode away with her prick of a partner before I tracked her down at the station and asked her out.

I don’t do relationships. I never wanted to. I always figured I was too fucked up. But I never found a woman who hooks me like Sadie does. I want to know everything about her, including stories like her missing brother. It affected her deeply. So deeply she chose her career because of it.

The hostess leads us through the restaurant to a high-backed booth, one near a server station toward the front. When she sets the menus on the table, I point out another one farther down the wall of windows. With a hand at the small of Sadie’s back, I follow the hostess to the better spot. Quieter. More private.

Instead of taking the seat across from her, I settle my big frame beside Sadie after she slides in. She scoots over with a little laugh.

“There’s a whole other side, big guy.”

I shake my head and slide a menu in front of her. “Too far.”

She offers me a playful eye roll but doesn’t say anything else. This close, I can see flecks of gold in her brown irises. She has a little mole beside her right eye.

“What?” she asks, when I keep looking at her.

“Can’t a guy look at the prettiest thing in the room?”

A flush spreads across her cheeks and down her neck as she drops her gaze to the menu on the checkered tablecloth. I wonder how far that color goes.

I’m not lying. She is the prettiest thing in the restaurant. She’s the prettiest woman I’ve seen in a while. I would normally sit across from a date, civilized and all, but there’s something about Sadie that pushes me to be closer. To want more. To get inside her. And not just her pussy.



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