He clutched his cowboy hat in one hand and held out the other to shake Sam’s hand. “How do you do? I’m Samantha Dunsbury.” He eyed her up and down, not in a suggestive way but in a way that said How did a girl like you wind up in a town like this? Admittedly, she had on a Chanel suit. She wore it...
Each attraction on the boots’ California vintage-style map—the Golden Gate Bridge had been particularly demanding—she’d carved by hand. Samantha Dunsbury, who’d recently married Nate Breyer, co-owner of the local Lumber Baron Inn, had chosen the design. Apparently, the Connecticut transplant want...
Every time Dana found a skirt or blazer she liked, Harlee threw another one on the bed just to confuse her. “You can have them all if you want,” Harlee said. “Don’t worry about offending me if there’s stuff you don’t like. I don’t know why I bought some of these pieces in the first place. I used ...
Griff in rested his elbows inside Tawny’s truck window while he filled her tank. “I’m still recovering,” she said. “The last guests left Sunday after the big breakfast, and we drove Jake and Cecilia to Reno to catch their plane.” “Hawaii, huh?” Since coming into his money Griff had gone to the Bi...