Black Sheep P.I.
"I need you to find my husband's killer."Dominic Cordasic stared at the shapely blonde behind the polished oak desk. Was she crazy? It had been seven years since he'd last seen her, seven years since she'd dumped him for Evan Adair, and this was why she'd asked to see him?
"No," he told her, taking pleasure in the way she narrowed her cat-like blue eyes. "I can't."
"Can't? Or won't?" Rachel Everhart Adair crossed her arms, multiple bracelets jangling. "I'm offering you the opportunity of a lifetime. Media exposure galore. You'll be the most popular private investigator in Las Vegas if you succeed." Despite having spent the last eight years in Vegas, she hadn't lost her Texas drawl.
"And if I fail?" He couldn't resist taunting her, though part of him knew he also jeered at himself.
"You won't." The quiet confidence in her voice stunned him. Was she deliberately reminding him of happier times, when they'd believed in each others' dreams?
No doubt she knew how badly he needed the work.
Still, this was Rachel. The woman with whom he'd left Texas to settle in Vegas, where she could pursue her dream of becoming a dancer. Rachel. The woman who'd broken his heart.< ... read full excerpt from Black Sheep P.I. ebook
