Spitfire Sweetheart: A Four Weddings And A Kiss Novella - Plot & Excerpts
She’d been at it for two weeks now, and she’d worked hard every day, and still there was more to do. With a back entry room that was cluttered with junk and two bedrooms—one stacked with abandoned boxes Rylan had never even looked through—Maizy might be able to clean for months. Now that she was here working on it, he was ashamed of himself for neglecting his home to this extent. He’d have allowed himself to enjoy watching her work if each passing moment didn’t bring him closer to the day he was going to lose his ranch. Every time he thought of it, he veered his mind away. He tried prayer, knowing God said not to worry. Consider the lilies of the field. Rylan pictured his big black cattle grazing on lilies when they should be grazing on lush grass. Rylan hoped Rawhide was saving the good grass close to the ranch house for the last week. Cast your cares upon the Lord. When Rylan thought of the word cast, he only thought of the one on his leg. Let not your heart be troubled. Oh, he was in big trouble.
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