Page 16 of The Coppersmith Farmhouse (Jamison Valley 1)
She had true beauty, like nothing I’d ever seen before. Something that brought men like me to their knees. Something that went straight to my dick and shut off my brain.
There was nothing artificial about her. No fake tan or fake tits. She was perfect without all the heavy makeup and teased-out hair. And she clearly ate more than lettuce and diet pills. Not that she was fat. She had a fit body with toned muscle on her arms and legs but soft curves around her breasts and hips.
One look at Georgia and I wasn’t sure what I’d ever seen in the Hollywood-styled tourists I normally took to my bed. All the money in the world couldn’t make them as stunning as the woman dressed in plain navy scrubs.
She had deep blue eyes the color of Yogo sapphires and chocolate-brown hair that fell in long, loose waves to her waist. But it was her freckles that made her beauty stand apart. They were scattered all across the bridge of her nose and upper cheekbones.
True beauty.
And dangerous as fuck.
I didn’t need to get swept up in her beauty and let her lead me around by my balls. I could never forgive the fact that she had snaked her way into Ben’s life to manipulate a payday and steal the farmhouse out from under me.
So I’d done the only thing I could think of to get her to stay far the hell away from me. I’d treated her like shit.
And now, driving home with that letter and check in my pocket, I realized what a complete and total prick I’d been.
I prided myself on my ability to read people. It made me one hell of a good cop. But never in my life had I read someone so incredibly wrong.
Georgia hadn’t manipulated Ben. Christ, she hadn’t even known Ben had owned a house in Prescott. Plus, she could have easily ignored Ben’s request to pay me the fifty thousand dollars and just kept it herself. It’s not like I would have ever known.
“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, Cleary,” I muttered to the windshield.
I needed to fix this. I owed it to her and to Ben to right this wrong.
I’d show her that I was indeed the good man Ben professed me to be.
Sitting behind the ER counter, I studied the patient chart layout on an iPad. Jamison Valley had managed to make the transition to electronic charting, which was impressive for such a small hospital. The file layout was fairly straightforward but I wanted to make sure I was well prepared to input vitals, med intake and other notes without Maisy at my side over the next week.
My manager had stopped by first thing this morning and asked if I was ready to start my rotation to other units. Seeing as John Doe and Milo had been my only patients in the ER, I was more than ready. With Maisy’s constant chatter and the excitement surrounding John Doe, I hadn’t been bored these last few days, but I was ready to see more patients.
Georgia Rae Ellars was not made for desk work.
I was so focused on my studies, the sound of something hitting the counter made me gasp and jump.
I looked up into ice blue.
Jess.
Not yet nine o’clock in the morning, and I was only on my second cup of coffee. I didn’t have the energy or sufficient caffeine levels in my body to deal with him.
“Sorry. Thought you heard me walk up,” he rumbled.
I shrugged.
“Here.” He slid a paper coffee cup over the counter.
It was a tall, white cup with a cardboard coffee collar, black lid and two red straws. On the side, written in green, swirly handwriting, was Double Irish Cream Latte.
My favorite.
I’d only splurged once this week, but I knew that green, swirly scribble was from the coffee place downtown, Maple’s.
Jess had brought me my favorite coffee.
Had hell frozen over last night while I’d been sleeping?
Because that’s what I
