Zane by Harper Bentley

I met Zane Powers two years ago.
Strike that.
I became aware of Zane Powers two years ago.
And he was the hottest guy I’d ever seen.
Then I met him.
Then I slept with him.
Then I forgot him.
I’d only wanted a summer fling, and, boy, did I get one.
Best. Sex. Ever.
But I had a career to get to amongst other things, and I forgot about the sexy baseball player who’d rocked my world. So it was kind of funny how in a city of almost a quarter million people I happened to run into him again.
While chained to a tree.
Along with being handcuffed.
And he was wearing a badge.
As much as I told myself I didn’t need him in my life, my heart told me otherwise (as well as other parts of my body). And just when I was ready to put all my cards on the table and admit that we should be together, the truth hit me smackdab in the face.
And the tables turned.