Mystic Cowboy: Men Of The White Sandy, Book 1 (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
That’s all there is to it, Madeline thought as she hefted another box out of the Jeep. Mondays just suck. Especially since it wasn’t even seven in the morning yet. It wasn’t even seven, and yet here she was, frantically unpacking box after box. No, no, she wasn’t frantic. Not at all. She was not frantic, panicked, or even nervous. She wasn’t agitated in the least about losing her head around a naked Rebel. No, what she was concerned about—yes, that was it, concerned—was his dangerous belief that being a medicine man somehow qualified him to practice actual medicine. She wasn’t perturbed about the fact that she’d let herself get into a vulnerable situation with a man who wouldn’t know reality if it smacked him upside the head. She was more concerned that, by blowing that much cash on one of his bags, she was merely supporting his megalomaniac worldview. She was certainly not worried about dysentery. She’d already started an emergency course of antibiotics, just to make sure nothing had taken up residence after her little dunking.
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