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" Roan studied the photo in his hand. Shiloh Gallagher
had to be twenty-nine years old according to what Maud
had told him. Damned if she didn’t look twenty-five or so,
her features unlined. She wasn’t model pretty, but she had
an arresting face, with huge intelligent-looking green eyes.
His gaze dropped to her mouth and he felt himself stir. Her
mouth would make any man go crazy. Her upper lip was
full, but thinner than her lower one. The shape of her mouth
made him feel heat in his lower body. “Is she married?”

“No,” Maud said. She’s single. Never did marry. I don’t know why. Shiloh’s
a beautiful girl.”

She was hardly a girl, but Roan said nothing because he
was fully reacting to her as a woman. He wondered if she
was curvy or rail thin. He was disgruntled over his avid
curiosity. “I have no problem with it. You know I get up
early and come in late. She’s going to have to fend for herself.
I’m not cooking for her.”

“Right,” Maud agreed. “She’s pretty shaken up, Roan.
You might find that stressful until, hopefully, Shiloh will
start to relax.”

Shrugging, he slid the photo onto the desk. “Maud, I just
hope I don’t stress her out with my award-winning personality,”
he said, and he cracked a small, sour grin.

Maud cackled. “I think you’ll like her, Roan. She’s a
very kind person. An introvert like you. Just remember,
she’s trying to write. Because of the stalking, she’s suffering
from writer’s block and she’s got a book due to her
editor in six months. So, she’s under a lot of other stress.”
“I’ll handle it, Maud. No problem.”

“Good,” Maud said, relieved. She sat up in the chair.
“I’ll call Shiloh back, let her know she can come, and I’ll
find out what time she’s arriving tomorrow. I’d like you to
pick her up at the Jackson Hole Airport. So take that photo
with you.”

He stood, settling the cowboy hat on his head. “Don’t
need the photo.” Because her face was already stamped

across his heart. Whatever that meant. “I’ll find her after
she deplanes, don’t worry. Just get back to me on the time. "

Lindsay McKenna , Wind River Wrangler (Wind River Valley, #1)


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Lindsay McKenna quote : Roan studied the photo in his hand. Shiloh Gallagher<br /> had to be twenty-nine years old according to what Maud<br /> had told him. Damned if she didn’t look twenty-five or so,<br /> her features unlined. She wasn’t model pretty, but she had<br /> an arresting face, with huge intelligent-looking green eyes.<br /> His gaze dropped to her mouth and he felt himself stir. Her<br /> mouth would make any man go crazy. Her upper lip was<br /> full, but thinner than her lower one. The shape of her mouth<br /> made him feel heat in his lower body. “Is she married?”<br /><br />“No,” Maud said. She’s single. Never did marry. I don’t know why. Shiloh’s<br /> a beautiful girl.”<br /><br />She was hardly a girl, but Roan said nothing because he<br /> was fully reacting to her as a woman. He wondered if she<br /> was curvy or rail thin. He was disgruntled over his avid<br /> curiosity. “I have no problem with it. You know I get up<br /> early and come in late. She’s going to have to fend for herself.<br /> I’m not cooking for her.”<br /><br />“Right,” Maud agreed. “She’s pretty shaken up, Roan.<br /> You might find that stressful until, hopefully, Shiloh will<br /> start to relax.”<br /><br />Shrugging, he slid the photo onto the desk. “Maud, I just<br /> hope I don’t stress her out with my award-winning personality,”<br />he said, and he cracked a small, sour grin.<br /><br />Maud cackled. “I think you’ll like her, Roan. She’s a<br /> very kind person. An introvert like you. Just remember,<br /> she’s trying to write. Because of the stalking, she’s suffering<br /> from writer’s block and she’s got a book due to her<br /> editor in six months. So, she’s under a lot of other stress.”<br /> “I’ll handle it, Maud. No problem.”<br /><br />“Good,” Maud said, relieved. She sat up in the chair.<br />“I’ll call Shiloh back, let her know she can come, and I’ll<br /> find out what time she’s arriving tomorrow. I’d like you to<br /> pick her up at the Jackson Hole Airport. So take that photo<br /> with you.”<br /><br />He stood, settling the cowboy hat on his head. “Don’t<br /> need the photo.” Because her face was already stamped<br /><br />across his heart. Whatever that meant. “I’ll find her after<br /> she deplanes, don’t worry. Just get back to me on the time.