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Jill is mine and Polly's only living relative and she has come to Burnt Boot to work for us. And this bunkhouse is big enough for the two of you." Sawyer wasn't too sure about that last statement. The bunkhouse had looked huge when he moved in, but a woman living in it would damn sure make it smaller in a hurry. Travis Tritt's old song "TROUBLE" played through his mind."
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Wake up every morning and eat a bullfrog first thing, and the rest of the day will go just fine.
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That's pretty bold of you, Jill Cleary." His eyes sparkled when he teased. "We've only known each other a few hours, and you're already talking about us getting pets together."
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He might tolerate someone dipping into his stash of dark-roast coffee, but nobody messed with his pot. Not even if she was cuter than a bug's ear, with that faint sprinkling of freckles across her nose.
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You aren't a nice cowboy. Are you going to break my heart so bad that I have to write a country song about it?
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Be sure to get her home before midnight. She turns into a rabid coyote when the clock strikes twelve." Sawyer moved on down the bar to fill a pitcher with beer. "That true, darlin'?" Tyrell asked. "Got to take the bad with the good," Jill answered."
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He flipped his hands out to motion her away. "Go change clothes six times and stand in front of the mirror. I'll tell you if your jeans make your butt look fat."
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He shoved her feet down to the floor, slid down the sofa, and cupped her face in his hands. She barely had time to moisten her lips and shut her eyes before his mouth closed in to claim hers in a fiery hot kiss. She felt as if her whole body was floating off the sofa toward the ceiling. His hands on her cheeks were the only thing that kept her grounded. Her arms went around his neck. Both hands twisted into his hair for better leverage as h..
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I hear it was the fact that the Brennans had a hellfireanddamnation preacher runnin' their family back in Prohibition days and you Gallaghers were runnin' moonshine to get by and got caught. Your family blamed the Brennans for rattin' you out, and that started a feud," Rosalie said."
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One kiss came close to sending the movie theater up in blazes. Sex would burn down the state.
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It's her privilege to say or think whatever she wants. It's mine to ignore her.
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J. A. Jance is
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