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Chapter Eight

Tess sat at the tiny dressing table in the room Spencer rented for her at the boardinghouse in town. She had to tuck her feet under the stool to keep from banging her knees into the tabletop. Why must they make furniture so small?

She shook her head, reveling in the feel of her chestnut tresses cascading over her shoulders. She’d loosened her braid just to watch the waves ripple as she swung her head from side to side. Her hair was her one beauty, but she’d best plait it forthwith or risk being late getting to the ranch.