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Buck:
I lost her before. It won’t happen again.

I gave her up and broke her heart for her own good.
Now, my second chance has gone to shit.
Lou’s not the same good girl I left.
She’s turned bad, but it makes me want her more.
The world loves me for my bad boy ways, on screen and off.
They’ll love us together—once I convince her she’s missed me.

Lou:
When I was young, only he saw the real me.

I don’t need Buck Wylder anymore; I’ll take care of myself.
He went to Hollywood. I became a Marine.
Buck’s back and he’s the same arrogant, infuriatingly attractive man who left.
Only this time? I’m not falling for him.
I thought I escaped my past, but when his fame drags
me into the spotlight, the world sees the truth.
I’m poor Loula Mae—daughter of a junkie and her pimp.
To them, I’m just
SO. TRASHY.


**LOU**

Great. First time he sees me in five years—I’m dripping sweat, covered in dirt, and probably stink. I pull open the door and step outside before he can knock.

As he saunters my way, I stand straighter, holding my chin a bit higher. I tuck the hair that’s escaped my loose bun behind my ear and stuff my hands into the front pockets of my cut-offs to hide their trembling.

I glare at his too-gorgeous face—a strong jaw, covered with the perfect amount of stubble, and a nose that’s slightly crooked from the fight he got into with Lonnie Fisher the summer before his junior year. His raven black hair ruffles in the breeze.

Buck stops five feet from me. His turquoise gaze runs from my tits to my toes and back.

One black eyebrow quirks. “Loula Mae.”

I cock my head and narrow my eyes. “You know I hate that name.”

“I’ve always liked it—it suits you.”

His grin might be charming if I didn’t know the damage it precedes.

I clench my teeth.

He’s got to go. Chatting it up with Buck can only lead to problems, and I’ve got way too much to worry about without inviting that shit into my life right now. Hell, not only now—ever.

I prop my fists at my waist. “So, you looking for a suck or a f#ck?”

For the tiniest moment his eyes widen and flash with emotion—surprise? Pain, maybe?

Then, with the slightest shake of his head, he grins. “Wow. I guess the military issued a foul mouth right along with your dog tags. But, since you’re offering—lips or p#$$y, don't matter to me.”

I fumble for the door handle. “Let me break it down for you. You ain't gettin' either from me. So, carry you’re a$$ back to your place or to the whore house over in Slidell. $hit, for all I care, you can trot out to the barn and visit with Aunt Delores's heifer. But whatever you do, don't come sniffing around here.”

His grin grows into a full-blown smile, and his eyes crinkle at the corners, a light coming into them as though he welcomes the challenge.