Sunset At Keyhole Canyon: A Mustang Ridge Novella - Plot & Excerpts
It was the same one, come to think, that he’d worn on their blind date. Women tended to pay attention to things like that, right? Maybe she would recognize it and see it as a good sign. He hoped. Or maybe—probably—he needed to get a grip. She opened the door at his knock, expression light and happy, smoothing out his unaccountable jitters. “You’re here!” She was wearing another swirly sundress, this one a bright lemon yellow with tiny blue flowers on it, with delicate sandals in place of her boots. After giving him an up-and-down, she grinned. “You look great.” “You too. You look . . .” He fumbled the compliment when none of the old standbys felt right and he couldn’t come up with anything better. Not now, with his senses suddenly full of her. “Here, this is for you.” He offered the pretty purple wildflowers that he’d picked for her, just a single sprig because it had seemed right at the time. Now he thought he should’ve gone with an armload of the things.
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