“Why?”
Garrett crossed his arms. “Why did you only want one date?”
Olivia shut her eyes. This was so horrible. She’d ruined everything. How could she ever have thought a one-night stand was a good idea? Bad girls had bad ideas.
“The truth,” he demanded.
Her eyes flew open. “I…”
“Did you plan to seduce me?” The question hit like a harsh accusation.
“It seemed the answer to my problem.”
“You mean the virginal Olivia Jacobsen problem?”
It was out there now, what she’d done, and it rang tawdry and crass. Which was exactly how Garrett took it. What could she say? How could she make this better?
The silence stretched. Finally he spoke, each word like a knife.
“Tell me, Olivia. Be honest just this once. How much of you is real—and how much is a lie?”
Dear Reader,
I am delighted to finally bring you Olivia Jacobsen’s story and finish the Jacobsen family saga that I started what seems aeons ago. For Olivia, being a “bad girl” is about as far out of character as this minister’s daughter can get. However, she’s not going to turn thirty-one without a fight, and she plans to liven up her boring life and have some fun, if only for one night. When sexy cop Garrett Krause kisses her breath away, however, she discovers that one night isn’t enough, and she wonders if she can turn one night into forever. But there’s this little matter of some lies she’s told that could ruin everything.
If you’ve ever dreamed of being someone else or pretended to be, if only for a moment, you’ll empathize with Olivia Jacobsen as she struggles to find true love. With some well-meaning meddling from Grandpa Joe, I can promise you the family saga comes to an exciting and satisfying conclusion.
It’s hard to say goodbye to these characters, and I hope you enjoy their story as much as I did creating it. The road to love is often paved with good intentions, but sometimes, as Olivia will find out, you simply need a little faith.
As always, enjoy the romance, and feel free to e-mail me at [email protected] with any feedback.
Michele Dunaway
P.S. Jacobsen characters are also found in Catching the Corporate Playboy (Darci), The Playboy’s Protegee (Harry), and About Last Night…(Shane).
Capturing the Cop
Michele Dunaway
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To Cornbread, WIL92, whose voice wakes me up each morning—kudos for all you do for our troops and for my hometown of St. Louis.
To Dale Earnhardt, Jr., you’ve given me a reason to discover NASCAR and become a fan. Thanks also to the Warren Brothers for proving that it’s okay to be barely famous. You’ve provided fantastic music to write by. Thanks to all of you for being inspirations.
Acknowledgment
Special acknowledgment goes to Officer Ed Ucinski, my personal friend, and to O’Fallon Police Department Detective Jimmy Klinger, who graciously answered all my questions regarding the Major Case Squad, of which he is a member. For information on The BackStoppers, please visit www.backstoppers.org.
Books by Michele Dunaway
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
848—A LITTLE OFFICE ROMANCE
900—TAMING THE TABLOID HEIRESS
921—THE SIMPLY SCANDALOUS PRINCESS
931—CATCHING THE CORPORATE PLAYBOY
963—SWEEPING THE BRIDE AWAY
988—THE PLAYBOY’S PROTÉGÉE
1008—ABOUT LAST NIGHT…
1044—UNWRAPPING MR. WRIGHT
1056—EMERGENCY ENGAGEMENT
1100—LEGALLY TENDER
Contents
Chapter One
Inside every good girl is a bad girl waiting to get out. Unfortunately for Olivia Jacobsen, she’d been waiting thirty years.
She studied herself in the mirror of the twenty-fifth-floor executive washroom. There was nothing “bad” about her appearance, in as far as she could tell. She had blue eyes. She had straight dark hair, a gift from her deceased Greek mother. Today Olivia had pushed her shoulder-length hair back with a pink plaid headband that matched her pleated plaid skirt.
The saleslady at the upscale boutique had insisted that head-to-toe plaid was the latest fashion, but now Olivia wasn’t so sure.
She scowled at her reflection. Fashion be darned. She came across like a pupil at one of St. Louis’s all-girl Catholic high schools. Olivia Jacobsen—thirty-year-old