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Stories of family and romance beneath the Big Sky!

My, oh, my.

The man in the doorway was tall, lean and muscular. He wore jeans and cowboy boots, and he held a battered, buff-colored Stetson in his hand. Frannie wasn’t sure if it was his deep tan or his denim shirt that made his eyes look so blue, but they seemed to jump out of his handsome face like blue flames.

He was looking at her the way a man looks at a woman. Did he look at every woman as if he found her attractive and fascinating? He no doubt did. It was probably some kind of subliminal, body-language come-on that she ought to know better than to fall for, but she knew no such thing. Whatever he was doing, it was working.

Oh, yes, it was definitely working….