Wed In Wyoming
May "I still think you're insane."
Since Angeline had last seen Brody Paine almost six months ago, he'd grown a scruffy brown beard that didn't quite mask the smile he gave at her pronouncement.
His sandy–brown hair hung thick and long around his ears, clearly in desperate need of a cut, and along with that beard, he looked vaguely piratical.
"Seems like you're always telling me that, babe." Angeline lifted her eyebrows pointedly. They were sitting in a Jeep that was currently stuck lug nut deep in Venezuelan mud. "Take a clue from the theme," she suggested, raising her voice to be heard above the pounding rain.
As usual, he seemed to pay no heed of her opinion. Instead, he peered through the rain–washed windshield, drumming his thumb on the steering wheel. The vehicle itself looked as if it had been around about a half centur ... read full excerpt from Wed in Wyoming ebook
