Nearest Thing To Heaven (Maverick Junction) - Plot & Excerpts
A picnic with the Triple Threat? Oh, boy. Was there a psychiatrist in Maverick Junction? If so, she needed an appointment. ASAP. She checked herself in the mirror, unsure of her outfit. What did you wear for a picnic in Texas? On a ranch. With not one, but three little kids. And Ty. The man made her think the most delicious thoughts. That deep voice of his settled low in her stomach and caused feelings she didn’t know what to do with. She laid a hand on her midsection as nerves fluttered like no tomorrow. She’d been so tempted to wear her Cubs shirt. But she hadn’t. Instead, she’d chosen a red plaid that on first blush looked like flannel. It wasn’t. The blouse itself was lined, but not the sleeves. So while it was G-rated, the sheer, see-through sleeves gave it just a hint of sex appeal. Her jeans fit well thanks to all those lunges she suffered through. The temperature today reminded her that, even here in Texas, it was December.
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