Perfectly Imperfect Mine
Garrison Brothers Book 1
Amelia Shea
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Perfectly Imperfect Mine By Amelia Shea
Garrison Brothers Series
Small town girl Sadie Wallace has lived a life of “nothing special.” She’s watched everyone around her live their lives while merely just surviving her own…until she meets Stone. Bounty hunter Trey Stone is in the small town of Cedar Bluff on a special assignment. The plan is to complete the job and head back home…until he meets Sadie.
From the moment Stone comes into the diner where she works, she is obsessed. Their first encounter leaves her fearing for her life. A dead body and her own abduction have Sadie steering clear of Stone.
They both try to resist their need and desire for one another, which proves too strong to deny.
When Stone stakes his claim, the night is filled with intense passion and fulfilled fantasies. What began as primal lust has culminated into a deeper connection. As Sadie and Stone begin to fall in love, secrets still stand between them. Stone’s refusal to discuss his work has Sadie wondering what he’s hiding. Her curiosity leads her to look into Stone’s business and the discovery of a side to his life Sadie may not be able to accept. When the truth comes out she will have to decide.
Chapter One
Sadie Wallace had always been a people watcher.
The current subject of her voyeurism as texting on his phone. He had come into Bernie’s Diner every night for the past two weeks. He was a bit of an obsession of hers. She would get giddy schoolgirl butterflies in her stomach every time he walked in. The first time she saw him she nearly dropped the tray of food she was carrying—to say he was gorgeous was an understatement.
He wasn’t sitting in her section. Sadly, he never did. He was alone. Sometimes he came in with one or two guys, but tonight it was just him. She liked it when he came in by himself—less of a chance of getting caught staring at him. He was sitting in the booth closest to the bathrooms with his arms resting on the table as his fingers typed away on his phone. His head was bent slightly so she couldn’t see his eyes. Look up. She’d watched him enough to know they were an amazing cat-like green. Those eyes starred in her nightly fantasies for the last two weeks.
Sadie grabbed a rag and began to wipe down the counter so she could give the illusion of working when in reality, she was watching him. Her eyes darted from the counter to his table as she moved further down passing a few customers seated at the counter. She smiled at an older couple finishing up their dessert and came to a stop near the bakery rack. From that end of the counter, she had a perfect view.
His body language indicated he was deep in thought. All his concentration was on his phone. He was probably texting his girlfriend. Guys who looked like him always had girlfriends—beautiful girlfriends with fabulous hair, killer bodies, and perfect faces. Sadie’s heart beat faster as she checked him out for the thousandth time. He had thick dark brown hair, the kind she wanted to run her fingers through. I bet it’s soft. It was short, but shaggy at the ends by his ears and neck. To anyone else, he might need a haircut, but to Sadie, he was perfect.
His features were completely masculine. He seemed rough and rugged. Sadie smiled to herself. This guy was dangerously powerful, and so sexy. His nose was long and narrow, and his lips were full. His high cheekbones and a strong brow line made his face hard. He appeared virile, strong, and all man. She smirked at the thought of his amazing green eyes. She willed him to look at her. Come on, just look up. But he didn’t.
Releasing a heavy breath, she continued wiping down the counter, and watching. His face, while gorgeous, wasn’t perfect. His one imperfection lay in the form of a scar from the corner of his left eye down to his jaw. It blended into his dark scruff. It wasn’t a blatant scar, it was faded. Even with that scar, he was gorgeous, and completely out of her league. Men like him didn’t go for girls like her. It didn’t stop Sadie from watching though. He became a fascination of hers. She found herself looking forward to him coming in. She always hoped he’d sit at one of her tables. She wanted to hear his voice. Sometimes she’d imagine what it would sound like, deep and masculine.
“Order up.” Ding! Ding! Ding!
Sadie glanced at the pickup window to see Willie, the cook, place a plate down and walk back to the kitchen. She shook her head. If he was going to yell “order up,” then why did he have the bell? God, she hated that bell. Now she knew how Pavlov’s dog felt. She walked back to the other end of the counter and tossed the rag into the sink.
She knew it wasn’t her order. All her customers had been served. Her people watching skills came in handy with her waitressing job. Her customers never
