Winn planted a kiss atop Camâs head, his eyes filled with such tenderness it made Hailey want to weep.
She wished all those who called Winn a cold fish could see him now. Gentle, kind and so full of love for a little boy who wasnât even his flesh and blood.
âGood night, sport.â Winn pulled up the covers.
When the childâs breathing grew even and regular, Winn gently tugged the toy soldier from Camâs hand. He placed the infantryman on top of the nightstand.
Hailey didnât speak until they were back in the living room.
âYouâre a good father.â She could have said more, could have told him there was nothing so sexy as a man who was kind to children. But she felt strangely off-balance.
It was almost as if she and Winn had turned a corner she hadnât known theyâd been approaching. Avoiding his gaze, Hailey lifted her bag then slung it over her shoulder.
âThereâs no reason for you to rush off.â
Something in his voice wrapped itself around her spine and caused an inward shudder. The air suddenly hummed with electricity, and Hailey couldnât move. Not if that step took her away from him.
Hoping she wasnât making a huge mistake, she whirled and shot Winn a flirty smile. âEntice me to stay.â
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RX For Love: Just following doctorâs orders â¦
Dear Reader,
When I first introduced Winston Ferris in One Night with the Doctor, I wasnât planning on giving Winn his own book. After all, he was much too arrogant and brash. But his reaction to Hailey Randall in that book (and hers to him) told me there must be something redeeming about Winn. Once I discovered his history and his devotion to Cam, I fell in love with him!
Iâd already fallen in love with Hailey and her family during her brother Trippâs book (A Jackson Hole Homecoming). By the way, thatâs also the first book where the Crazy Coyote Margarita makes an appearance. But I have a feeling it wonât be the last time we see that drink!
I love going back to Jackson Hole and reconnecting with old characters and meeting new ones. I hope you feel the same way.
Warmest regards,
Cindy Kirk
CINDY KIRK has loved to read for as long as she can remember. In first grade she received an award for reading one hundred books. As she grew up, summers were her favorite time of year. Nothing beat going to the library, then coming home and curling up in front of the window air conditioner with a good book. Often the novels she read would spur ideas, and sheâd make up her own story (always with a happy ending). When sheâd go to bed at night, instead of counting sheep sheâd make up more stories in her head. Since selling her first story to Mills & Boon in 1999, Cindy has been forced to juggle her love of reading with her passion for creating stories of her own ⦠but she doesnât mind. Writing for the Mills & Boon>® Cherish⢠series is a dream come true. She only hopes you have as much fun reading her books as she has writing them!
Cindy invites you to visit her website, www.cindykirk.com.
To my fabulous editor, Patience Bloom.
By the time this book comes out, weâll have worked together for fifteen years. All I can think is, how did I get so lucky? Hereâs to fifteen more!
Chapter One
Hailey Randall sat alone at a table for two in the Hill of Beans coffee shop and brooded about what an idiot sheâd been. Discovering her boyfriend had been using her had tumbled her usual sunny mood into stormy, overcast and dark. Hailey pressed her lips together and savagely broke off a piece of scone.
âYouâre going to have to tone down that dazzling smile.â
Hailey glanced up and saw Cassidy Kaye, owner of Jackson Holeâs popular Clippety Do Dah Salon, stagger back with one hand shielding her eyes. âItâsâitâs blinding me.â
âHar, har.â Even as she spoke, Haileyâs lips twitched. âShouldnât you be hacking off somebodyâs hair?â
âYour effusive welcome warms my heart. Why, yes, Iâd love to join you.â Cassidy, dressed in skintight leopard-print leggings and a frilly purple shirt, dropped into the empty seat at the table. Today her bright gold hair was tipped in fuchsia.
âHave a seat,â Hailey said, even though her friend was already sitting, stretching one long leg over the other, a diamond ankle chain winking in the light.
âMy ten oâclock canceled. Told me she came down with the stomach flu during the night.â The hairstylist shuddered. âGave me all the gory details.â
âDetails,â Hailey said pointedly, âyou will keep to yourself.â
Cassidy grinned as she reached over and took a piece of Haileyâs cinnamon-chip scone. âIâm thrilled she didnât come in. I canât afford to get sick. Not with Daffy and me doing hair and makeup for the Finster wedding this weekend.â