to start his pulse hammering and make his blood heat up and all his objections melt away. “But I think that’s just because you didn’t have the
“I see,” he said huskily. “And what makes this one the
“It’s got me,” she said sweetly.
He snorted, knowing full well the effect his scepticism always had on her contrary spirit. “Big deal. You can’t make love in a hammock.”
“Wanna bet? Come ’ere, Mr. Two-Shoes, and let me show you how it’s done…”
He watched the smile he’d been waiting for break like a sunrise across her face. And taking a long deep breath, he drank in pure happiness…and the sweet scent of orange blossoms.
KATHLEEN CREIGHTON
has roots deep in the California soil but has relocated to South Carolina. As a child, she enjoyed listening to old timers’ tales, and her fascination with the past only deepened as she grew older. Today, she says she is interested in everything-art, music, gardening, zoology, anthropology and history-but people are at the top of her list. She also has a lifelong passion for writing, and now combines her two loves in romance novels.
