Lacey pitched forward and her jacket went flying.
Only at the last second did she catch herself and somehow manage to keep from landing face-first in the dirt.
âWhoa! Nice save!â
Oh, sure, now he noticed her.
Lacey stood straight again, brushing her hands together and retrieving her shoe with a yank to get the heel unstuck from the dirt.
When she was finally put back together, she looked up to see that the man she assumed to be Seth Camden had her jacket and was glancing in her direction.
The Camden blue eyesâLacey did recall mention of those somewhere.
Since they went with a face that was drop-dead gorgeous enough to steal her breath, for a moment all she could do was stare.
âAre you all right?â
âIâm fine,â Lacey said, coming to her senses. âAre you Seth Camden?â
âIn the flesh.â
Donât get me started thinking about that!
Dear Reader,
Lacey Kincaid has something to prove to the sexist father who favored her two brothers, and sheâs just been given the opportunity to do that. Sheâs come to Northbridge, Montana, to oversee the building of the training center for her fatherâs newly acquired football team. Itâs a huge job, but sheâs determined to do it no matter how many twenty-hour days she has to work to accomplish it.
Seth Camden is a laid-back cowboy who runs a Northbridge ranch and the rest of the notorious Camden familyâs agricultural holdings out of a country mansion. Heâs turned off by Laceyâs obsession with her job. Too bad heâs so turned on by Lacey.
But he is, and he canât help himself. And even though the last thing Lacey needs is a distraction, thatâs just what she gets in the form of the oh-so-sexy Camden cowboy.
I hope you enjoy just one more visit to my small town.
Happy reading!
Victoria Pade
Greatâfigures this would be a day Iâm in a skirt and high heels â¦
Lacey Kincaid sighed as she pulled her sedan to the side of a dirt road and turned off the carâs engine.
Sheâd been driving down one backcountry Montana road after another in search of Seth Camden for the last hour of her Wednesday afternoon. Sheâd found his house and was told that he was out fixing fences and how to find him. The man was not easy to get to even with directions.
And now that sheâd made it to the part of the Camden ranch where sheâd been told she could find him, he still wasnât going to be easy to get to. Particularly not when she was going to have to drop down about two feet from the roadside and cross several yards of field to actually reach him. And she was going to have to do it in a skirt and three-inch heels.
But today was the day Lacey needed to talk to him, and todayâright nowâwas when she was going to talk to him.
This would, however, be the first time sheâd met Seth Camdenâor any member of the infamous Camden family. With that in mind, she wanted to be certain of her appearance, so she flipped down the visor that was just above her head and peered into it.
For work, she always wore her pale blond, shoulder-length hair swept back. She did it loosely and with a sporty look to it because she didnât want to appear stark or severe, but she was all business and she didnât want anyone thinking differently because of some unconscious hair toss that might give a different impression.
For the meeting to discuss financials that had taken up most of her second day in the small town of Northbridge, Montana, sheâd twisted her hair into a knot and let some wispy ends cascade from the top. Checking it out in the visor mirror now she could tell that it was all still the way sheâd done it that morning, so she didnât touch it.
She also avoided wearing too much makeup. A dusting of blush along the apples of her high cheekbones, a hint of lip gloss on her already rosy lips and a few swipes of mascara to color her lashes and accentuate her green eyes, and she was out the door in the morning. Dolling herself upâthatâs what her father would have called it if she did any more than that. And it would defeat her every purpose, because in Morgan Kincaidâs view she would be just another ineffective woman more devoted to her vanity and nabbing a husband than to the job sheâd been given.
Satisfied with her appearance, Lacey flipped the visor up again and got out of her car. She was wearing business clothesâa cotton blouse underneath a tailored coat that matched her straight, gray, knee-length skirt with its slit in the back to accommodate walking.
At least it accommodated walking anywhere but across the rutted dirt road to the other side, where she awkwardly hopped down the slope from the road to the field.