Honeymoon Ranch [antikvár]

Chapter One Paige McMullen felt like a virgin with the vapors. Though she had never experienced a Victorian-era swooning attack, she knew no other way to describe her current muddy-headedness. She could have blamed her sinking feeling on the sparse breakfast she had eaten six hours earlier. Or on the suddenly overheated air here in the Amarillo Rancher's Supply. But the real reason was the six foot three of solid Texas male standing right in front of her. The weathered skin around True Whitman's blue-bonnet blue eyes crinkled with his smile. '*Hey there, Slim." He pulled the nickname out of their shared childhood history as easily as he doffed his worn cowboy hat. ''Hey, yourself was all she could manage. In her fantasies, this meeting with True didn't take place be-