The Bridesmaid's Best Man
As dusk settled over the mustering camp, Mark Winchester stepped away from the circle of stockmen crouched around the open fire. He turned his back on them and stood very straight and still, staring across the plains of pale Mitchell grass to the distant red hills.
The men shrugged laconically and let him be. After all, Mark was the boss, the owner of Coolabah Waters, and everyone knew he was a man who kept his troubles to himself.
But as Mark shoved his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans he was grateful the men couldn't guess that his thoughts were centred on a woman. He couldn't quite believe it himself. It didn't seem possible that he was out here, in the middle of the first big muster on this newly acquired cattle property, and still haunted by memories of a girl he'd met in London six weeks ago.
The focus of his life was here—caring for his stock and his land, building an Outback empire. Until now, women had only ever been a pleasant diversion at parties or race meetings, or during occasional trips to the city. But, no matter how hard he'd tried to forget Sophie Felsham, she had stayed in Mark's head for six long weeks.
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