Must have. Cash had no other excuse for pretending their prior relationship hadn’t been a disaster. His Stacey, the fresh-faced girl with the innocent bloom of youth, had haunted his dreams many hot nights during his stint in the Army. This Stacey had grown into a stunningly beautiful woman. Locating her had crossed his mind, but he’d figured she’d be caught up in the high-society life her father wanted for her. Dear Old Dad hadn’t approved of the kid with holes in his jeans whose mama scrubbed toilets for a living. Cash’s belly rolled into a knot. Was taking her to the ranch without telling her a mistake? How would she react? And why was it so damned important she be pleased? Better to warn her. He pulled the truck onto the gravel shoulder and stopped. “I need to tell you...” He paused when her blue eyes reflected concern. She touched his arm, sending napalm-like streaks straight to his groin. “There’s nothing you can’t tell me.” He stared, mesmerized for a second.
