Only You (Harlequin Super Romance) - PDF
نویسندگان: Leigh Greenwood, Peg Sutherland
خلاصه: only one in town likely to be more trouble than you. " Weddington. Trent barely listened as Officer Monk lectured him about illegal parking and told him that Collins had no place for him. Trent murmured, "Yes sir," and pulled away from the curb while Monk watched in silent satisfaction. But the cogs in Trent's mind whirred noisily, spinning fantasies about Miss Harper Weddington. He'd seen the sign on his way into town, a massive wooden sign over the entrance to a long, winding drive, all of it bordered by an immaculate white picket fence, leading to a house that couldn't be seen from the highway. Weddington Farms, the sign had read. He'd seen the name once again after he passed the town limit sign, this time etched in the massive granite marker directly across from the row of shops along Broad Street. Weddington Textiles. Yes, Miss Harper Weddington, with her candy-apple convertible and half the town named after her, was exactly what Trent was looking for. HARPER KNEW it was half-past dinner when she wheeled to a stop behind the house, spitting gravel and dust on the farmhands gathered by the paddock fence. She had a moment of unease until she remembered she wouldn't be seeing Red Jan-nik. He was gone; her daddy had seen to that. Probably the only thing Sam had ever done that pleased her was running off Red Jannik. She killed the engine, ran her fingers through her tangled curls and stepped out of the car. She paused by the hood, waiting to capture the attention of all her daddy's hired hands. When she had it, she smiled and wiggled the tips of her fingers at them. "Hey, boys!" Some of them called back. Some of them grinned. Some of them, who knew what had happened to Red Jannik and didn't want it happening to them, ignored her. Harper laughed and marched toward the house, letting her hips sway more than was decent. Her smile faded as soon as her back was to them. Her heart wasn't in that particular little game any longer. But she'd been acting as long as she could remember. What was a little more? Just enough to see her through to graduation. Then she was out of here. Collins, South Carolina, could kiss her fanny goodbye; Floretha looked up, shook her head in disapproval but didn't speak when Harper walked through the kitchen. Harper stopped and leaned her hip against the big wooden table and plucked a slice of peeled apple from the bowl Floretha was working over. The tiny woman's dark head was sprinkled with gray, although she wasn't yet forty. "Apple cobbler?" Harper popped the apple into her mouth. "Apple muffins for breakfast." The woman's velvet voice had the hard edge she reserved for new kitchen help and the bad child she'd had a hand in raising. "Which you wouldn't be getting into if you weren't late for supper."