Adele stared at the cowboy walking toward her. She could not believe that it was the same, arrogant fool who’d practically threatened to call the cops on her. I got your license plate number.
I got your license plate number.She hadn’t hit his truck, and she’d sat fuming in her car for a good five minutes before she’d tried backing out again. She’d managed to do it without getting another crazy cowboy in her face, and she could not believe he was here right now.
notWhat was God trying to do to her? Hadn’t she suffered enough already?
“Hello,” Carson said to Hudson, his smile perfectly in place. He shook Hudson’s hand and then presented his hand to Adele.
She didn’t want to make a scene, so she held out her hand and let him pump it. Zillions of butterfly wings burst to life along her ski
