Hey, Daddy by Lani Lynn Vale

Broody. Hot. Intoxicating.

Nastya Semyonov first met Haze at a bar, but for Haze Hopkins, duty calls before either can act
on their desires. He’s gone without a glance back, leaving her thinking that maybe all the hot
looks were only one-sided.
Fast forward to the next day, Nastya hitches a ride to her car that she left behind the night before,
only to run into the same man from last night.
Neither one truly thinks before they act, and they spend a hot fifteen minutes in a fast-food
restaurant bathroom before parting ways again.
It’s as she’s walking back to her car that she realizes how badly she’s screwed up.
Because her car is surrounded in police tape, and there’s one very angry man wearing a badge
standing in front of it with her name on an arrest warrant for killing a man.
Mistakes were made. Repeatedly.
But Detective Haze Hopkins isn’t complaining.
He was ready to quit, anyway.
Crime pays better.