Why was he so attracted to her when she wasnât his usual type?
She wasnât wearing any makeup and her hair was tousled. She had circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and was dressed in a baggy sweater and old jeans.
But still he wanted her more than heâd ever wanted any woman. All he could think about was the tight, lithe body underneath her clothes and the way she had responded with such fire and heat in his arms three months ago.
Whenever he tried to concentrate at work, all he could think about was how different things could have been between him and Katieâ¦if heâd known who she really was on that incredible night theyâd shared.
Peter could think of at least a dozen ways to make love to her in every corner of this sprawling ranch house. The possibilities were limited only by his imagination and his stamina, and when it came to Katie Crosby, he had a feeling he would have more than enough of both to go around.
Maybe being snowbound together would work out in his favor, after allâ¦.
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Because birthright has its privileges and family ties run deep.
Two rivals share a passionate night together. Would their love end a thirty-year-old family feud?
Katie Crosby: After a glorious makeover, she was the belle of the ball. She even shared a kiss with her enemy Peter Logan, which resulted in a steamy night of lovemaking. Now in hiding from the tabloids, Katie realized she had fallen in love.
Peter Logan: He was Mr. All-Work-And-No-Play until his night with Katie. But sheâd disappeared and he had to find her. With luck and a well-timed blizzard, he was in Katieâs arms againâ¦and ready to make her a lifetime proposition!
The Janitor: Charlie Prescott had demons he kept under wraps. And no one in the clinic had any idea just how invested he was in the black-market baby ring. Would the truth come out?
âWe shouldnât go. Itâs not right to leave you here alone. Not with a storm coming on.â
Margie Taylorâs sturdy features creased with worry, and her weathered, capable hand fretted with the handle of her suitcase. With his typical stoicism, her husband, Clint, took it from her and stowed it behind the seat in their king-cab Ford pickup.
Katie Crosby managed a patient smile, just as if she and Margie hadnât just spent the last three hours circling this same argument more times than a green-broke horse at the end of a lead line. âDonât be silly,â she said. âIâll be just fine. I can take care of myself for a few days and you said youâd made arrangements for Darwin Simmons to come over from the Bar S to feed and water the stock. I donât foresee any problems.â
âStill, I donât feel good about leaving you. You know we always try to be here when one of the family comes to Sweetwater.â
âI know how seriously you and Clint take your responsibilities as caretakers of the ranch. You do a wonderful job here but you are certainly entitled to a private life, too.â
Margie looked unconvinced and Katie squeezed her hand. âYour daughter needs you. Itâs her first baby and sheâs probably scared to death and needs her mother.â
The bitter irony of her words didnât escape her, but Katie ignored the sudden pang in her chest. âYou have to go to Idaho Falls,â she went on. âI would feel just horrible if you missed seeing your new grandchild enter the world because of me.â
âWeatherman says that storm is supposed to be a real doozy,â Clint spoke up.
âThen youâd better hurry and get on your way so you arenât caught in it. Iâll be fine, I promise.â
âBut what if youâre stranded out here by yourself?â Margie asked, her forehead furrowed with worry.
âI wonât mind, I promise. I came out from Portland looking for a little peace and quiet. I have plenty of books to read and the kitchen is fully stocked. I donât need anything else. As long as Darwin can take care of the stock, Iâll be cozy and warm and snug as can be in the ranch house.â
âI just donât feel right about this.â
âDonât give me another thought. Just focus on Carly and that new grandbaby of yours.â
Between her and Clint, they finally managed to herd Margie into the passenger seat of the truck, though she still looked worried.
Before they drove away, Clint rolled down the window. âIf the power goes out, youâll have to start up the generator,â he said gruffly. âInstructions are on the wall next to it.â