the windows closed if they stood on the town squa... Ouch!"
"Let that be a lesson to you," she told him dryly, watching him rub the nip she'd given his thigh.
"Naked men are vulnerable."
"And you aren't?"
"Now, Corrigan...!"
She screeched and he laughed and they fell down again in a tangle, close together, and the laughter
gave way to soft conversation. Eventually they even slept. When they got back to the ranch, the three
brothers were gone and there was a hastily scrawled note on the door.
"We're sleeping in the bunkhouse until we can build you a house of your own.
Congratulations. Champagne is in the fridge." It was signed with love, all three brothers—and the
name of the fourth was penciled in.
"On second thought," she said, with her arm around her husband, "maybe those boys aren't so bad
after all!"
He tried to stop her from opening the door, but it was too late. The bucket of water left her wavy hair
straight and her navy blue coat dripping. She looked at Corrigan with eyes the size of plates, her arms
outstretched, her mouth open.
Corrigan looked around her. On the floor of the hall were two towels and two new bathrobes, and an
assortment of unmentionable items.
He knew that if he laughed, he'd be sleeping in the barn for the next month. But he couldn't help it. And
after a glance at the floor—neither could she.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
