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  “What do you mean, I’m under arrest?”

  Single mom Sarah Connelly can’t believe the man she used to be in love with is throwing her in the clink. Sheriff Patrick “Finn” Finnegan keeps assuring Sarah he’ll get her out of this mess, but her trust in him was annihilated long ago. Still, just being in his larger-than-life presence sets Sarah’s pulse racing....

  Finn knows in his heart Sarah is innocent of murdering town bad-girl Teresa Donovan. But he can’t ignore the overwhelming evidence against Sarah—nor the desire he still feels for her. Somehow he’s got to find the real killer and convince the only woman he’ll ever love to give him a second chance.

  “Tell me to stop.”

  Her mouth opened. He waited, praying she didn’t say those words.

  “Touch me,” she whispered.

  Joy shot through him. Before she could change her mind, he tangled one hand through her hair and tugged her towards him, kissing her hard and deep. She gasped against his mouth, then relaxed, parting her lips so he could slide his tongue inside, so he could lick and explore and drink her in.

  Every muscle in his body was coiled tight. His groin throbbed, the erection straining against his zipper harder and more painful than ever. He’d been with a few women since he and Sarah had broken up, but none of them had inspired this primal reaction inside him. None of them had made his heart pound and made him hungry with desire. Sarah was the only one who did that, the only one who could satisfy his appetite, his need.

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  Dear Reader,

  Forgiveness—so easy as a concept, but not so easy when you’re the wronged party being asked for it. I’ll admit, I struggle sometimes with it. It can be hard to forgive, especially when all you want to do is hold a grudge, or when you’re too scared to forgive in fear that you’ll be hurt again.

  I decided to explore this concept with Finn and Sarah, who share a turbulent past that led to a four-year separation. As the sheriff of Serenade, Finn knows the difference between right and wrong, but the wrong he committed four years ago continues to haunt him. Asking for Sarah’s forgiveness is one thing, but proving to her that he deserves it…well, that’s a whole different story.

  I hope you enjoy Finn and Sarah’s emotional journey!

  Happy reading,

  Elle

  Elle Kennedy

  The Heartbreak Sheriff

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  ELLE KENNEDY

  A RITA® Award-nominated author, Elle Kennedy grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a B.A. in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer, and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager. She loves strong heroines and sexy alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting.

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  To my family, for your endless support and encouragement.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  “I didn’t kill her.”

  The quiet plea pierced into Finn’s heart like a dull, serrated blade, bringing a rush of pain and helplessness. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the woman sitting in front of him. He’d dreamed of being in the same room as her for so long now, but not like this. Not in this tiny, airless interrogation room, with a narrow metal table separating them, those liquid-brown eyes staring at him with anguish and resentment.

  “Sarah,” he began, his voice coming out gruff, “just tell me what happened the night Teresa died.”

  Sarah Connelly gaped at him. Even with her expression awash with anger, she was still beautiful. Her thick brown hair gleamed under the fluorescent lights on the ceiling, and her mouth, though twisted in disbelief, was as lush and sensual as ever. She was the most stunning woman he’d ever seen, and the only woman who could send a shiver of desire up his spine even when she was glaring daggers at him.

  “Nothing happened the night Teresa died,” Sarah replied in a frosty voice. “I was at home, asleep. I woke up at three to give Lucy a bottle, and then I went back to bed, where I stayed until seven in the morning.”

  “You didn’t leave the house at all?” Finn had to ask.

  “No. Not until eight-thirty, when I dropped off Lucy at day care and opened the gallery.”

  Finn stifled a groan. “Then how did your hair and fingerprint wind up at the crime scene? Christ, Sarah, explain it to me!”

  “Don’t yell at me, Patrick.” Ice slithered into her tone. “I don’t know how my hair and fingerprint ended up at the scene—but I can assure you, I wasn’t there.”

  Frustration bubbled in Finn’s gut. For the hundredth time, he wished Teresa Donovan had never been killed. Not because he and Teresa had been best buds or anything, but because the woman’s death had brought nothing but chaos to Finn’s peaceful little town.

  Exactly one month ago, Teresa had been shot in the heart, her body discovered in the living room of the majestic stone mansion her ex-husband had built for her. Cole Donovan, the ex-husband, had been Finn’s prime suspect, but with the help of Special Agent Jamie Crawford—who also happened to be Finn’s best friend and took a leave of absence to assist him and Cole—Cole was cleared of the crime. Now Finn was back to square one, and it was definitely a position he didn’t want to be in.

  Especially now, with this new evidence in his possession. Evidence that pointed right at Sarah.

  “Your print was on the coffee table next to the body,” he said quietly. “Your hair was on the floor, by the puddle of blood pouring out of Teresa’s chest.”

  Sarah’s flawless fair skin went even paler. “Then someone put it there,” she whispered. “I didn’t kill that woman.” Her voice wobbled. “I can’t believe you’d even think that.”

  Problem was, he didn’t think it. From the second his deputy phoned him with the news, Finn had been in a paralyzed state of doubt. Every cell in his body, every instinct in his gut, told him that Sarah wasn’t a killer. He knew her. He’d lived with her, kissed her, held her in his arms. She had a gentle soul, an innate need to nurture everyone around her. Even picturing Sarah with a gun in her hands, sending a bullet into someone’s heart, made his mind spin like a carousel.

  But he was the sheriff. He’d taken an oath to protect the citizens of Serenade. And just because he hadn’t been fond of Teresa Donovan—who was?—didn’t mean he could overlook this new development in her murder case.

  Still, that didn’t stop him from murmuring, “I don’t think you killed her.”

  The shock in Sarah’s eyes was so strong it brought a spark of irritation to his gut. “What, you’re surprised?” he muttered.

>   She spoke in an even tone. “You showed up at my place of business at eleven in the morning on a Saturday, forced me to lock up for the day, and dragged me to the police station for questioning. Was I supposed to think you were on my side?”

  I’m always on your side, he wanted to say, but bit back the words. She wouldn’t believe him, anyway, and really, how could he blame her? He hadn’t exactly proven to her, now or in the past, that he would stick by her.

  “I’m doing my job, Sarah. I couldn’t ignore the evidence.” He swallowed. “And I really think you shouldn’t have turned down your option of having a lawyer present.”

  Her eyes widened. “Do I really need one?”

  “You might.” Reluctance clamped over him. “This doesn’t look good for you. Evidence places you at the crime scene, and there are witnesses claiming you threatened the victim.”

  “I didn’t threaten her!”

  Finn sighed. “No?”

  “Well, okay, maybe a little, but I didn’t actually mean it,” she stammered. “She provoked me.”

  “Tell me how.”

  “I already—”

  “Then tell me again,” he cut in. Leaning back in the uncomfortable plastic chair, he raked both hands through his hair and fixed a tired look across the table. “Please. I need to know every last detail if I’m going to make sense of this.”

  “Fine.” Looking very prim and proper, Sarah clasped her delicate hands together. “Teresa cornered me outside the grocery store the day after I got back to town. I had Lucy with me, and Teresa made some less-than-pleasant comments about how I had to adopt a baby because no man would ever want me. She then claimed that she’d slept with you, mocked me about how I wasn’t woman enough to hold on to you, and finished off with a lovely threat about calling social services to take Lucy away—because a mental case like me shouldn’t be raising a baby.”

  She recited the speech in a calm, emotionless voice, but Finn suspected the encounter had affected her more than she was letting on. He knew firsthand how cruel Teresa could be, and being taunted by that woman would have driven anyone crazy. It drove him crazy, just hearing that Teresa was going around town telling people she’d slept with him.

  Uh-uh, no way would that have ever happened. For him to have touched that loathsome female, the sky would need to be filled with flying pigs, there’d be a skating rink down in hell, and the Easter Bunny would be coming over for Sunday breakfasts.

  But that was Teresa Donovan for you. A pathological liar. A woman intent on unleashing as much pain as she could on the world.

  “Two people heard you threaten her,” he pointed out.

  “Not my best moment,” Sarah admitted. “But she was completely out of line. And it’s not like I said I’m gonna kill you, you awful shrew.”

  He winced, acutely aware of the mini-recorder whirring away on the center of the table, recording every word being uttered. I’m gonna kill you, you awful shrew. Good thing Finn wasn’t corrupt, or an artfully edited version of that tape could’ve landed in court, marked Exhibit A, Connelly’s confession.

  “What did you say exactly?” he prompted.

  “I told her if she didn’t leave me and my daughter alone, she would regret it.”

  The threat hung in the air, an ominous black cloud that had motive written all over it.

  “It was just talk,” Sarah insisted. “Obviously I wasn’t going to hurt her. I just wanted her to go away.” Her face went ashen as she realized what she’d said. “Leave the grocery store,” she quickly amended. “I wanted her to walk away. Alive. But just go somewhere else.”

  Silence stretched between them. Finn valiantly tried not to stare into her bottomless brown eyes, for fear that he’d get lost in them. Just being in the same room as her, just smelling the sweet fragrance of her lilac perfume was pure torture. He’d been fantasizing about this woman for four years, dreaming of holding her in his arms again, longing to see forgiveness—the forgiveness he surely didn’t deserve—etched into her classically elegant features.

  As far as reunions went, this was not what he’d imagined. But what choice did he have? The mayor was breathing down his neck, demanding that Finn close this case so that the citizens of Serenade could sleep easy. Get the murderer off our streets, Mayor Williams had snapped during their last phone conversation.

  Finn agreed with Williams—he wanted to catch this killer, too.

  But he knew, without a doubt, that the killer he was searching for was not Sarah.

  “So what’s going to happen now?” Sarah’s soft voice pulled him back to grim reality. “I told you what happened and you’re going to let me go now, right?”

  Uneasiness circled his gut like a school of sharks. “I can’t let you go.”

  Her gasp echoed in the suddenly cold air. “What do you mean, you can’t? Am I under arrest?”

  “No.” Despite the lump in his throat, he had to add, “Not yet.”

  Incredulity flashed across her face. “I didn’t do this, Finn! Someone is obviously trying to frame me.”

  Yep, he’d heard those words before, hadn’t he? Cole Donovan had insisted the same thing, only a week ago, when the murder weapon was discovered in the town dump. Although the gun had been wiped clean of prints, Cole had been at the dump a few days after his ex-wife’s murder, which had raised Finn’s suspicions. But Cole’s fancy big-city lawyer had made it clear to Finn that he had no case, no leg to stand on in court, and Serenade’s district attorney had been inclined to agree.

  The D.A., however, did not agree with Finn regarding this particular suspect.

  “I suggested the same thing to Gregory,” Finn told her, referring to Jonas Gregory, the D.A. “But he thinks the framing angle is far-fetched.”

  “Far-fetched?” she grumbled. “Well, it’s true. I’m not a killer!”

  “Sarah…” His voice drifted, the growing unease plaguing his body.

  Her brown eyes narrowed. “What? Just spit it out, Patrick.”

  She only called him Patrick when she was angry with him, and right now, he didn’t blame her, especially considering the bomb he was about to drop on her. “Gregory is concerned about your, ah, history of mental instability.”

  Silence. Sheer deafening silence, though he could swear he heard her heart thudding against the front of her royal-blue turtleneck sweater.

  “I can’t believe this,” she finally burst out. “God, Finn, out of anyone, you know what I went through. Not that you cared—” her voice cracked, and so did his heart “—but you know why it happened. I battled depression, damn it! Four years ago! And now, what? You’re going to use that to say I’m mentally ill? That I killed Teresa because I’m insane?”

  “I’m not saying anything,” he said hoarsely. “I’m just telling you what Gregory said.”

  “Well, screw Gregory!” Her entire face collapsed. “And screw you, too, Finn.” A breath shuddered out of her mouth. “I think I want that lawyer now.”

  With a bleak nod, Finn scraped his chair back against the linoleum floor. “I’ll bring you a phone.”

  As he exited the room and closed the door behind him, his legs shook and his chest ached as though someone had pummeled it repeatedly. Maybe not the most macho reaction, but right now, he didn’t feel big and tough. He felt completely powerless.

  He strode through the bull pen toward his office, ignoring the sympathetic look his deputy Anna Holt cast his way. He loved Anna to death, but right now, he didn’t want the younger woman’s sympathy. He just wanted to help Sarah. He couldn’t stand seeing her like this.

  She hadn’t killed Teresa. He refused to believe that Sarah had murdered anyone, that she’d snapped under Teresa’s callous taunts and taken her life.

  She snapped before.

  The unwelcome thought slipped into his head like a damn cat burglar. His hands instantly curled into fists and then anger and shame jolted through him. Like she’d said, he knew better than anyone why she’d broken down. And she was right, he hadn’t han
dled it the way he should have. But the depression and posttraumatic stress she’d battled all those years ago didn’t make her a killer.

  Finn entered his small, cramped office and swiped the cordless phone from the cluttered desk. Before he could leave the room and let Sarah make her call, his cell phone came to life, bursting out in a ring tone that sounded like a foghorn, which his friend Jamie continued to tease him about. But, hey, it got his attention.

  His jaw tightened as he glanced at the caller ID. Mayor Williams again. That man was like a damned dog with a bone, gnawing at him, refusing to let go until Finn arrested someone for Teresa’s murder.

  “I can’t really talk now, Mayor,” Finn said, his teeth aching from the forced polite tone. “I’ve got Connelly in custody and she requested a lawyer.”

  “Lawyered up, huh?” The law enforcement slang sounded absurd coming out of the mayor’s mouth. “That’s a sign of guilt, isn’t it, Sheriff?”

  “No, just a sign of intelligence,” he couldn’t help but reply. “She’s concerned about her rights.”

  “Well, I’m concerned about who she might kill next. By the way, I’ve got Jonas Gregory here in my office. You’re on speakerphone.”

  Finn fought a rush of annoyance. “Mayor, I don’t think we should jump to conclusions. She—”

  “Did she admit to threatening the victim?” Williams boomed, ignoring Finn’s attempt at defusing the precarious situation.

  “Yes, but—”

  “Good. Then we’re all set.”

  A spark of wariness ignited in his gut. “All set for what, Mayor?”

  “Finnegan, it’s Jonas,” came a second male voice. “Look, I read over the reports you faxed, and I want to move forward with this. We’ve got trace evidence placing Connelly at the scene, she threatened the victim two months prior to her death, and she’s got a history of imbalanced and reckless behavior.”

  Finn swallowed. “What are you saying, sir?”

  “Arrest her. We’ve got a good enough case here, one I can take to a grand jury.”

  Good enough? Finn resisted the urge to hurl the phone into the wall and watch it shatter into a hundred pieces. Sarah’s life, her entire future, was in danger of being taken away for good enough?

 
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