No way could Chance Rogers be standing in her cabin. “What are you doing here?” He flinched at the harshness of her question. “I’m your date.” A cautious, lopsided smile curved one side of his kissable lips as he plucked the Stetson from his head and dropped it on a nearby table. “That can’t be right.” Confusion swirled through her, making her dizzy. “My date’s name is Aaron.” She walked, staggered really, over to her purse and pulled out a sheet of paper. “Yep. Right here it says Aaron will arrive at sunset.” “I’m Aaron.” He walked toward her in slow, measured steps. The thud of his boots sounded loud in the quiet of the room. “I used my middle name because I didn’t want anyone recognizing me.” “Who would recognize you?” Blown away by the fact that Chance stood before her, she couldn’t really follow his train of thought. “Fans, buckle bunnies, the media. This night was meant to be a private thing for me. Only my brother knows where I am.”
