The Ravens Revisited: Drake
by
Rhiannon Neeley
 
 

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“I wish I didn’t have to be the boss all of the time,” she whispered. She had to get her mind on something else, something to remind her she didn’t always have to be the boss, the ‘tough one’. She let her mind drift, her body relaxing. She shifted her thoughts from the men she lived with to a man she had met at Joe’s tonight.

Drake. Dangerous and gorgeous, unlike any man she had ever met. He epitomized the kind of man your momma always told you to stay away from. Black leather, spiked hair and when he smiled, which he did often, he had the fangs of a vampire.

The first time he’d flashed his dangerous smile, Grace had felt an electric jolt course all the way through her down to her toes. What would possess someone to wear fake vampire teeth when it wasn’t Halloween? Somehow it intrigued her.

He looked like ‘big city’ and was most definitely the ornery type. What had brought him to Roan County, way down here in Kentucky in the middle of nowhere? He’d asked a lot of questions about the old mine. How long ago it had been abandoned, how to get there. If anyone had gone missing there recently. The sort of questions a cop would ask. But he definitely didn’t look like any cop she knew.

Was he undercover? She didn’t think so. If someone was working undercover here in the county, she would have been informed. And she hadn’t let on that she was the sheriff, either, so he couldn’t have known he was talking to the local law enforcement.

Drake had given her the impression he was here in Roan County for a reason but what reason she couldn’t figure out. He’d also let her know with the way he acted toward her he was interested in her…as a woman. She’d left the bar alone but had the feeling she didn’t have to. It had taken everything she had not to ask where he was staying. Going back to a motel with him would have been so easy. The only thing that kept her from it was the fact she was the sheriff. She didn’t need to give anyone any fuel to use against her. Hard enough being a woman in the Sheriff’s office. The last thing she needed was to be seen going into a motel with a man like Drake. The gossip would fly.

She couldn’t deny her attraction to him though. Odd. It wasn’t like her to be instantly attracted to a man, but this one…there was such a mystery about him. Grace loved a mystery. She wondered if she could solve Drake. Grace pegged him as a ‘Goth’ type, not Roan County material at all. She would bet her last dollar no one was his boss. She’d bet he called all the shots. She wondered if he would be capable of controlling…her.

     

 

 

 

 

 
 

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