Marriage At Circle M
When Mike Gardner came walking up the path in just that way, Grace knew she was in trouble.
And when he stopped at the foot of her stepladder, hooked his thumbs in his jeans pockets and squinted up at her, she gripped her paintbrush tighter so as not to drop it. Mike was all long, lazy strides and sexy smiles, and despite her best intentions, she'd never been able to remain immune to his charm. Not since she'd hit puberty, anyway.
"Mornin', Grace." The words weren't exactly drawled, but were drawn out just enough to give that impression.
Grace straightened her shoulders and did her best to look nonchalant as she swiped another stripe of white paint over the window trim. "Hello, Mike."
Great. Now why in the world did those two words come out all breathless, anyway?
She had to remember that it wasn't all that long ago that she'd made a ... read full excerpt from Marriage at Circle M ebook
