“You’re
earlier
than
I
expected,”
she
somehow
found
her
voice
to
say.
In
the
predawn
light
that
encompassed
him,
she
searched
his
eyes
for
any
signs
of
decisions
that
he
himself
might
have
made
and
only
saw
the
heated
look
of
desire
that
had
been
there
from
the
very
first.
And
she
knew
if
she
was
ever
undisciplined
enough
to
risk
all
and
take
a
chance,
this
man
would
and
could
introduce
her
to
passion
of
the
hottest
kind.
He
was
standing
before
her
so
utterly
handsome
in
his
jeans,
flannel
shirt,
boots
and
Stetson.
He
looked
nothing
like
an
action-thriller
author
but
everything
like
a
rugged
cowboy
who
made
the
unspoiled
land
surrounding
Montana’s
Rocky
Mountains
his
home.
But
she
knew
there
was
something
else
about
him
that
was
holding
her
interest.
It
was
what
she
saw
beyond
the
clothes.
It
was
the
man
himself.
There
was
a
depth
to
him
that
was
greater
than
any
man
she’d
ever
met.
There
was
a
self-confidence
about
him
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
arrogance
and
a
kindness
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
a
sense
of
duty.
He
did
things
out
of
the
generosity
of
his
heart
and
concern
for
others
and
not
for
show.
And
she
felt
loyalty
to
him.
He
would
be
true
to
whatever
woman
he
claimed
as
his.
Cedric
could
certainly
have
taken
a
few
lessons
from
Stone
Westmoreland.
He
smiled.
“I
thought
we
could
grab
something
to
eat
on
the
way,”
he
said,
interrupting
her
thoughts.
She
sighed,
grateful
that
he
had.
She
could
have
stood
there
and
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