Definitely Montana.
How in the world had she ended up here? Colonel Gibson still hadn’t explained the why either. He was such a “forthcoming” guy—never spoke two words where none would do. How had a man like that landed a woman like Captain Claudia Casperson? Simple, by being the very best there was. Truly exceptional would work for her as well—if she ever met one who was single. And her own age. And who never wanted to own a dog—ever. And…
Lauren had the answer to another question as she rinsed her own mug in the sink. One whole side of her clothes were lightly coated in drying mud as if she’d been cradled against someone’s chest—their muddy chest. On her jeans, a big dirt handprint curled around from the back of her thighs to confirm that she’d been held close by a man without hooks fo
