Rogan didn’t like people milling around his personal space, or his property, especially strangers. But that’s exactly what Elizabeth Hastings had done since the first time he saw her. He’d heard all about the visits to his mother, the conversations they’d had about flowers and books, how she loved Gone With the Wind, and soft pretzels. And his mother sure as hell made sure she told him how kind and genuine the visitor in town was, and how maybe, if given the proper opportunity and incentive, she might want to stay in Reunion Gap.
As if he didn’t know what that meant.
Not happening.
Just because Elizabeth Hastings had a soft spot for his mother and didn’t seem to mind her offbeat ramblings, did not mean Rogan had to engage in a relationship with the woman. Why would he do that? He didn’t want a relationship that involved answering to another person, worrying you’d hurt her feelings, or worse, disappointing her by not living up to her expectations. Nope. Done with that. Unencumbered was just how he liked it.
But damn if she hadn’t crept into his thoughts these past few days when his brain was relaxed. Twice, she’d even appeared in his dreams, long, blonde hair brushing his shoulder, lavender scent covering him. And those lips; full, pink, moving closer…
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