It wasn’t really happening. No, she was sleeping…waiting for Karla and Denny to come home with Sam…. Then she felt the chill of the night air on her skin, saw the sliver of cool moon glinting in a pure black sky burning with stars. She heard the faint hoot of an owl in the distance and sensed the almost tangible warmth and strength of the man standing two feet in front of her on Karla and Denny’s front porch. This was no dream. This was her nightmare. She was five foot seven but she had to look up—way up—to meet Jake Tanner’s eyes. Eyes such a vivid shade of midnight blue a woman could easily get lost in them. She felt her stomach tighten as surprise and hearty male appreciation flashed instantly back at her from their gleaming depths. He looked every bit as amazing as she remembered from that one incomparable night, yet even in that first instant, she saw subtle differences. He actually looked even handsomer than the cocky, red-hot cowboy she remembered—if that was possible.
