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A second chance romance set in the political intrigue of Washington DC.
She holds his darkest secrets…He is her deepest regret.
Teague Roberts is a Supreme Court nominee on the fast track to the nation's highest legal job. As the best friend of the President's husband, he's a favored son in Washington, and a man used to getting everything he wants. But Teague also hides a secret, and it could explode his nomination, as well as the image he's spent years crafting.
Deanna Forbes is Washington's hottest new investigative reporter, and Teague's ex-fiancee. Her history with the only man she's ever loved is complicated and filled with remorse. When she's assigned to report on his nomination, Teague knows things won't end well. Deanna could topple his house of cards.
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Teague walked along the sidewalk outside the White House, trying his damnedest to figure out why he’d asked her to coffee. Bloody hell, as Kamal would say, had he lost his mind? In those moments in the press conference when he’d been replying to questions while he struggled not to look at her, he’d felt like twelve years had been stripped away in one supercharged moment. He still felt less than, and she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Her thick dark hair was long, just the way he’d always loved it, and certain parts of his anatomy had no trouble remembering how he used to wrap those silky tresses around his hands as he pumped into her from behind, long and slow.
Her skin was as clear and unlined as the day he’d met her, and her sky-blue eyes were just as sparkling and mischievous, promising that everything going on behind them wasn’t innocent and sweet.
But her body. My God, her body. She’d put on weight, in all the best places. She’d always had an athletic build, long, muscular legs, and broad shoulders. Now she had an even more defined ass, tits that made his hands itch to mold them, and curves for miles.
He never should have asked her out for coffee. What the hell had he been thinking?
“How about here?” she asked as they approached the Beltway Bean.
“Sure,” he answered, leaning in to open the door and hold it for her. She smelled like strawberry wine, and his dick did a tango in his dress pants.
“You ever been here before?” he asked as they stepped into line at the bar.
“A few times,” she answered. “I like their cappuccinos.”
He chuckled. “You always were a connoisseur.”
The small shop was typically jammed, but after they got their drinks, he stalked a pair of senate interns until they got nervous and left. Grabbing the table they’d vacated, he waved her over, and they each took a chair at the high two top.
“So, what’s it been?” he asked, even though he knew exactly, nearly down to the minute. “Ten years?”
“Twelve,” she answered. “I was twenty and you were twenty-two the last time we had coffee.”
And sex, his mind added.
“Well, it appears the years have been good to you.”
“And obviously, they’ve been successful for you,” she added. They each sipped their drinks, the awkward bleeding all over them.
“So, you married? Living with someone?” he asked nonchalantly. Yeah, sure, that.
She shook her head. “No. I was seeing someone back in Boston where I moved from, but it wasn’t going anywhere.” She looked up at him from under her lashes. “And you?”
“No. No time for all that. I work eighty hours a week and spend the other few at the gym or sleeping. I’m not all that exciting.”
She shifted on her chair, and her blouse slipped a touch, giving him a peek at the cleavage that hid beneath. His heart raced and his skin heated.
“Well, from what I heard on the news earlier, today’s been enough excitement for a few years at least.”He chuckled softly. “It’s been a strange day for sure.”