Too Hot To Handle: A Loveswept Classic Romance - Plot & Excerpts
“The car?” “Yes. You did inherit a 1953 Oldsmobile Fiesta convertible, didn’t you?” Callie simply stared at him, his words thundering through her mind. She couldn’t breathe. The air seemed to solidify in her lungs. She couldn’t focus on anything except the angry expression on his face. “The car?” she repeated incredulously. “Yes. I collect 1953 convertibles.” For a second she wondered if John Henry had cooked up yet another innovative excuse to send a man to her cabin. “That’s a novel approach, Matt.” “I have all the others from 1953, except the Fiesta.” “Oh, of course. Everyone I know owns dozens of antique cars.” John Henry had given this man a reason to seek her out that was sure to zero in on her weakness about the old convertible in the barn, but it wasn’t going to work. “You can drop that line, Mr. Holland. I don’t believe a word of it. Nobody could want that battered old car. I’m not being vain. I’m simply aware of John Henry’s schemes.
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