When former Navy SEAL Greyson Archer tosses a twenty on the stage of a strip club, the last thing he expects to see is familiar haunted green eyes staring at him.
The last time he saw her she was dressed in black, holding a folded flag and sobbing that.
Greyson can\'t deny that he\'d like his own private show, but there\'s not a chance in hell of that happening.
Finley should be home raising her infant daughter and baking cookies, not tucking singles into her G-string and giving lap dances.
When former Navy SEAL Greyson Archer tosses a twenty on the stage of a strip club, the last thing he expects to see is familiar haunted green eyes staring at him