Suzannah Davis books

The Rancher and the Redhead

“No, Sam.” “Maybe we should have driven into Fort Worth for the night. It’s still not too late. We could—” “Sam?” “Huh?” “Put a cork in it.” Roni stepped out of her wedding pumps and pressed her aching arches to the cool kitchen floor with a soft sigh of relief. Outside, the crickets sang their n...