He was a dangerous, dangerous man. Oh, he seemed nice, all right. Probably was everybody’s best friend. The town confidant. And though Callie couldn’t imagine him lifting a hand to harm another living soul, he was an enemy to her resolve, and definitely a threat to her vow to never make herself vulnerable to another man again. She’d gladly work her hands raw every day if that meant diverting her attention from him. Heaving a bucket of cleaning water up to the sink, she dumped the filthy contents out, determined to just as easily get rid of her unruly thoughts regarding that man. His face suddenly jumped into her mind and she could’ve sworn she heard his deep, mellow voice right along with it, saying, “Callie, it’s me again and I’m not leaving.” She hissed a breath through gritted teeth, nearly losing her grip on the bucket handle as she forced the image from her thoughts. Getting him out of her mind wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought. Not when he had such a—a way about him.
What do You think about Rocky Mountain Redemption (2011)?
