Sweet Enemy
Chapter One
"I won't go!" Maggie Kirk said stubbornly, and turned away from her friend's
cajoling pleas. "It's like asking me to walk into a Bengal tiger's cage with a
sirloin roast tied around my neck!"
"But, Maggie," Janna protested, her dark eyes pleading softly, "it's just what
you need. Remember how we used to escape to the ranch when we were in school,
how we looked forward to riding and picnicking by the river?"
"My memories are a little different," the slender brunette said with a grimace.
She perched on the edge of the bed, studying the legs of her brown denim jeans.
"I remember being put over Clint Raygen's knee for riding that surly stallion of
his, and being locked in my room for going on a picnic by the river with Gerry
Broome."
"Clint did warn you about High Tide," her small friend reminded her, defending
the brother she worshipped. "And you know what Gerry tried to do. Clint knew he
was too old to trust you with."
Maggie blushed with the memory of Clint finding her fighting her way out of
Gerry's furious embrace, and the sight of blood when his big fist connected with
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