Almost A Bravo
She isn’t a true Bravo!It’s shocking enough discovering she was switched at birth. Now, to fulfill the terms of his adoptive father’s will, Aislinn Bravo must marry Jaxon Winter or he loses his beloved ranch.But how can she dream of a future with Jax when her whole life is a lie?
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She isnât a true Bravoâ
And now sheâs inheriting a temporary husband!
Itâs shocking enough discovering she was switched at birth. Now, to fulfill the terms of his adoptive fatherâs will, Aislinn Bravo must marry Jaxon Winter or he loses his beloved ranch. Living together as husband and wife for three months only deepens Aislinnâs desire for her longtime crush. But how can she dream of a future with Jax when her whole life is a lie?
CHRISTINE RIMMER came to her profession the long way around. She tried everything from acting to teaching to telephone sales. Now sheâs finally found work that suits her perfectly. She insists she never had a problem keep-ing a jobâshe was merely gaining âlife experienceâ for her future as a novelist. Christine lives with her family in Oregon. Visit her at christinerimmer.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07821-4
ALMOST A BRAVO
© 2018 Christine Rimmer
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
When Jaxon Winter entered the waiting room, every nerve in Aislinn Bravoâs body snapped to high alert. The housekeeper and the grouchy old foreman from Wild River Ranch followed in his wake. Aislinn hardly noticed them. All she saw was Jax.
He saw her, too. How could he miss her? She was alone in the waiting area and gaping right at him. He gave her that crooked smile, the one sheâd never forgotten, the one that tucked a sexy little crease into his left cheek. Too bad there was a crease between his eyebrows, tooâa crease that signaled the beginnings of a puzzled frown.
Aislinn shrank in her chair. She not only knew his crooked smile. She knew that almost-frown of his. He didnât remember her. And he had no idea why she was gawking at him.
Stop staring, you idiot!
She tore her gaze free of his and focused hard on a large framed print of the Cape Disappointment lighthouse mounted on the wall opposite her chair. It was one of those mass-produced prints, the solitary lighthouse silhouetted against a wide, gray sky.
The print was dead boring in execution, but Aislinn focused on it anyway to keep herself from sneaking another glance at the tall, broad-shouldered rancher with the thick dark hair.
She heard the brush of footfalls on the carpet as he moved behind her. He spoke quietly to the receptionist. Aislinn stared blindly at that printâuntil Jax, the ranch foreman and the housekeeper filed into her line of sight and settled into chairs right below the lonely lighthouse.
Now she was staring over their heads, which felt totally awkward all over again. She shifted her gaze once moreâdownward this time. To her purse, which she grabbed and switched from her left side to her right.
