Chapter One Susannah Hart turned away from the open cargo doors of her navy blue Suburban, her arms full of cook- books, a hopelessly stubborn look on her pretty face. It was clear She had seen him coming, Trace Mc- Kendrick thought, as they had arrived at the Silver Spur Ranch logging camp at precisely the same time, and parked side by side in the camp-kitchen parking lot. Trace knew, even before the beautiful dark-haired, dark-eyed woman who had once beenhis bride lifted a dark, querying eyebrow, that she did not welcome his presence. But then, he thought grimly, that was no surprise. They had not exactly ended their short, un- happy marriage seventeen years ago on a pleasant note. \"What are you doing here?\" Susannah demanded hotly as their eyes locked in that fiery way he remem- bered all too well. Trace planted his legs firmly apart. Silently he pushed back the edges of his dark suit-coat and braced his hands on his waist. And then said, \"I could ask the same of you.\" \"Your uncle Max told me that you were so busy with your own lumber company in the northern part of the
|
商品评论(0条)