"Who's been sleeping in my bed?" A simple question, yet Cliff Swain knew his reaction to the slumbering beauty couldn't be easily explained. After all, he hadn't looked, let alone thought twice about a woman in years. And here, temptation lay in his bed, her tousled hair spread across his pillow. Tasha Reynolds had come to Montana to repair a broken heart and to cook and clean for Cliff. The deputy dad had an opening, allowing Tasha and her daughter to make a temporary home on the Double S ranch. Only, Tasha hadn't dreamed what she would find in this cowboy's embrace.and couldn't conceive leaving behind.
by Charlotte MacLay
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