Too Dangerous

By Bethany Lopez

Jasmine Lewis has tried, and failed, to ignore local Australian bartender, Shane, who's in Cherry Springs while working on his master’s.

She’s kept him at arm’s length, fearing the passion he ignites when nearby, but he does his best to remind her of what she’s missing.

Now school’s out and he’ll have to leave. Will a marriage of convenience give them what they both want?

Too Dangerous is the fifth and final book in the Lewis Cousins series by Bethany Lopez. Grab this sexy standalone romance today.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bethany Lopez
• Release date: Apr 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463312179

Bethany Lopez

Bethany Lopez is a USA Today Bestselling author of more than thirty books and has been published since 2011. She's a lover of all things romance, which she incorporates into the books she writes, no matter the genre.When she isn't reading or writing, she loves spending time with family and traveling whenever possible.Bethany can usually be found with a cup of coffee or glass of wine at hand, and will never turn down a cupcake!Sign up for her newsletter and get a free eBook! https://landing.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/r7w3w5

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Jasmine

Iwas absolutely exhausted.

Tired.

Fed up.

I’d been burning the candle at both ends for over a year. Luckily, it looked like things would be settling down soon. Which was good, because otherwise I’d be facing a serious case of burnout.

My brother, Dillon, and I had successfully managed to expand Lewis Sporting Goods, our family business, to three major cities. Yes, there was still going to be tons to do in terms of getting the stores built, staffed, and opened, but my part in it was basically done.

I’d be spending my time back in the home office in Cherry Springs, my hometown, and I never thought I’d be so excited to be done traveling and ready to settle in the small town I’d grown up in.

I flopped onto my accent chair, glancing around the space I’d been calling home since I’d moved back from college ages ago.

It was a loft over the local coffee shop, Strange Brew, on Main Street, and looked basically the same as it had since I moved in. Same sofa and accent chair, same bedframe with mattress covered in the black-and-white comforter.

Same mis-matched dishes.

Same frayed towels.

Same ugly scuffed coffee table.

It’s time to grow up, I muttered, suddenly disgusted with myself.

Everyone else was living grown-up lives. My brother and my best friend, Laurel, were married, having a baby, and living happily in the house we’d grown up in.

My cousin Gabe and friend, Zoey, were married with a baby, and shared custody of his son with Zoey’s sister, Chloe … long story … who was married to my cousin, Reardon, and had a newborn son.

Finally, my cousin Serena and her sexy man, Jed, had just bought some land and were moving in together.

That left me.

The last single Lewis cousin, living alone in her sad little loft with not even a prospect in sight.

I pushed up off the chair and wandered into the kitchen.

What are you waiting for? I muttered to myself.

This was what I resorted to now, having conversations with myself out loud.

So sad.

You’re a successful business woman with money in the bank. You can afford to buy a house you’ll love, decorate, and live the rest of your life in.

I’d gotten complacent. Used to living in this loft where it was safe and there was no risk involved.

That’s not the only reason…

It was even worse when I argued aloud with myself.

But, it wasn’t a lie … When I’d decided to rent the loft, I’d always viewed it as a temporary arrangement. Figuring I’d live here until I found the man of my dreams, fell in love, and got married.

That hadn’t happened.

I had a couple failed relationships in my past, but had found out early on that most men, and women, wanted to use me for things they thought I could give them.

Whether it was a place in the family business, access to my ex NFL player cousin, Gabe, or my hot twin brother.

Because of this, I was pretty guarded and wary of relationships, and kept my circle tight.

So, it was time for me to grow up and get started with my life, rather than living on pause, waiting for Mr. Right to show up and press play.

I’m gonna do it.

I grinned and did a little jig. Tomorrow I’d find a realtor and start looking for a house of my own.

Feeling lighter than I had in months, I opened my refrigerator, and shut it again.

It was empty.

Travel and late nights at the office meant I hadn’t been grocery shopping in who knew how long.

My stomach growled as I crossed to the front door to put on my shoes.

Living on Main Street meant, although I didn’t have access to twenty-four-seven restaurants as I would in a big city, I was within walking distance to Lewis Bar & Grill, my Aunt Annabeth’s place.

I’d eaten many a meal and drunk many a cocktail there over the years, and I knew I’d probably miss the convenience of it when I moved. But, the thought of having a nice big kitchen, and possibly a basement with a stocked bar of my own, had me smiling happily as I let myself inside.

The bar had low lights and deep, rich wood surfaces. Half sports bar, half biker bar, it was a place where you could sit down and watch the game, or be social and play pool. It was one of my favorite spots in the world.

I surveyed the area, checking to see if any of my family members happened to be around. It wasn’t unheard of for me to pop in and find Gabe, Reardon, Dillon, and Shane enjoying beer at the bar, or Laurel and Dillon eating quietly in the corner booth.

Unfortunately, lately, it seemed more often than not the bar was void of Lewis cousins. They were all at their own homes, happily living their lives.

I was suddenly overcome with loneliness, and I longed for the days when Laurel, Selena, and I would come here for dinner together.

Just then, a tall, handsome man with dirty-blond hair and striking blue eyes walked in from the backroom, intent on the bar. Shane had been working here for over a year. A friend of Gabe’s from college, the man was a walking billboard for sex and he knew it.

As if his looks weren’t enough, he came packing an Australian accent that made women all over Cherry Springs, and beyond, lose their panties with one word.

He spelled trouble with a capital T, and although there was no denying I was very, very attracted to him, I avoided him like the plague. I’d seen too many women fall over themselves to try and earn a word or smoldering grin.

I’d vowed pretty early on not to be one of them.

Who needs a sexy Aussie, who makes a mean drink, smolders in his sleep, and can make a woman come at twenty paces? Not me.

Shane

Iwas so tired of feeling stressed.

First there’d been the late nights and hard work that had gone into finishing up my Master’s Degree.

Now, I was worried about the fact that I had no job offers and my visa was about to expire.

I’d hoped to stay on in America, eventually meet a woman and fall in love, and work toward my citizenship so I could stay here forever. My friends were here, I loved the country, and, most importantly, there was nothing left for me in Australia.

I kept a pretty tight lid on my emotions, never letting on at work that I was freaking out over my future.

The Lewises were my mates and I didn’t want to burden them with my problems.

Hey, Shane, how’s it going?

I moved my gaze from the barroom floor to find Becs, one of the servers, and someone I considered a friend, smiling at me.

Evenin’, Becs. I’m a bit stuffed, but I’ll get through. How ‘bout you?

Can’t complain, she said, rocking back on her heels like she always did when she was excited. The blind date I had last night was actually really nice. I think I’ll see him again.

You little ripper, I said jokingly. Becs and I got through many shifts by teasing each other.

It was easy to shake off the worry when I was at work, surrounded by people like Becs and Annabeth, who was the owner and my mate, Gabe’s, mother. They were good people. The best.

I started behind the bar. Something had me looking up over toward the entrance, and I knew what it was when I saw Jazzy standing just inside the door.

I was drawn to her.

Had been since the weekend I’d come home with Gabe in college and he’d introduced me to his feisty red-haired cousin.

That was almost twenty years ago, but I’d never forgotten the way my normally wary heart had skipped a beat when my gaze had first landed on her face.

When I’d decided to move to Cherry Springs for my Masters, I can’t deny that Jasmine Lewis had popped up on the pro side of my pro and con list. When I’d found out she was still single, focused more on her job at Lewis Sporting Goods than men, I was rapt.

Unfortunately, she’d made it clear pretty early on that she had zero interest in me.

Turned out, the only woman I wanted, was the one woman I’d encountered in America who was immune to my charms … and my accent.

Still, I shot her a grin and kept walking until I was in my safe place, behind the bar.

I braced myself and waited for her to come up and grab a seat.

We were friends, or at least friendly. I was mates with her cousins, her brother, and their women, and had always got on with her. It wasn’t her fault that every time I saw her, I had a swelling in my heart and a stiffy in my pants.

She was gorgeous.

All that luscious fiery hair and green eyes would bring the devil himself to his knees.

Add to that she was funny, sarcastic as hell, could pull a mean prank, and was a smart businesswoman able to hold her own in a family full of entrepreneurs.

What can I get ya, Jazzy? I asked once she was seated.

Hey, Shane. Can I get the nachos and a draft?

Sure thing, I replied, moving to put in her order before pulling her beer.

How’s everything going? I asked.

Jasmine came in a few times a week at least, usually meeting a friend or family, but lately she’d been in alone. She never seemed upset about it, but that was my girl, independent and strong.

Not to say she didn’t have a temper. She did. But she’d run hot and quickly burn out. Quick with forgiveness and generous to a fault.

Pretty good. It’s slowing down now that the expansion is underway, which is nice.

That’s good. And, Dillon and Laurel? I haven’t seen them in here in a while.

They’re good, Jazzy said, giving me the first genuine smile since she’d entered. Laurel is due in two months. Dillon keeps trying to get her to slow down, but business is picking up for her. She’s gonna give him gray hair.

She laughed lightly, always happy to rib her twin, even if he wasn’t around.

Next time you see them, tell ‘em hey from me, and let Laurel know I’m always available if she needs a back rub.

Jazzy rolled her eyes, which I loved, and said, "Dillon will love that … so, I’ll definitely pass it along."

I chuckled and moved to take another customer’s order. When I got to the other end of the bar, Becs was standing there waiting to pick up a drink order.

What a ya need? I asked her.

Two drafts and a Crown and coke, Becs said, before moving closer to me and adding in a whisper, She’s the one missing out. You know that, right?

I’d told Becs about my infatuation with Jazzy a couple months ago after too many shots of tequila.

Thanks, sweet girl.

I leaned down and bussed her cheek, then smacked her lightly on the ass and said, Now get back to work.

Yes, sir, Becs said smartly with a wink before taking her drinks and heading to deliver them to her customer.

I turned to see Jasmine’s eyes narrowed on me before she quickly lowered her gaze and picked up her beer.

Looked like I’d once again managed to fit the image she’d pigeonholed me into decades before … What else is new?

Jasmine

I was gonna hit the diner for lunch, see if Rear’s free to join. You wanna go?

I looked up from my desk to see Dillon, my twin, leaning against the door to my office. We weren’t identical, but had similar features and red hair, although his had more auburn tones than mine.

I’d love to, but I’m actually supposed to be meeting a realtor in… I looked at the clock on my computer. Fifteen minutes. I should probably get going myself.

A realtor? You thinking about buying a place? he asked, stepping into the office. You haven’t said anything.

I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but we’ve been so busy. Now that I’ll be home for a while, I figured it was time to stop stalling and go after what I want.

That’s great, Jazz. I’m sorry if I’ve been preoccupied, Dillon began, looking guilty.

Hey, it’s fine. You and Laurel both have a lot going on, I know that. I literally just contacted the realtor this morning and told her what I’m looking for. She said she has a few listings that fit the bill and had time to show me at lunch. I haven’t been holding out on you, promise.

Do you want me to go with you?

I shook my head.

No, that’s okay, it’s only my first time out. Go ahead and have lunch with Reardon.

Okay, but make sure they don’t take advantage, there’s always room for negotiation.

I rolled my eyes at my brother.

I’m pretty sure I know how to negotiate, I said sarcastically, throwing my arms out to indicate the office we were in.

I had just landed us two new deals for the expansion.

I know, I know, he replied with a gentle smile. You can’t fault me for looking out for you.