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e shouldn't be here". Cynthia Stoker,the cattleman

for the guest list at the spring fling, the annual

Rancic__again twisted his gut. Being the fourth son of the wealthy O'Brien family and with good looks and charm to spare,h

ds in the air, worry lines bracketing her mouth. She'd worked at the ranch for a little more than five years. She'd become closer with his

paced. The last time he'd seen her had been when she'd handed him the engagement ring she'd been wearing_ the one he'd given her_ and then married one if the biggest jerks to ever blow through town, Richard Rancic. The guy was all flash

h. And just to prove himself that it didn't, he planned to March right into the ballroom and shoe her just how freakin'

the kitchen table,where C

have her escorted out. She shouldn't be here and Carolina should've known better than to br

f and then deal with Carolina perso

ed, reacting to

others seeing Melissa first and ushering her out of the building before he got a chance to have his say. No,he wanted to handle this little problem

g from the forty-foot tented ceiling. White candles contrasted against the dark oak beams and wood floors. Round tables with white linens

searched for his target. George strait's "Baby blue" filled the a

er. His gaze fixed.

e faces in the crowd. At least she had enough sense to be worried even if

cut it since the last time he'd seen her when it fell mid back in large ringlets. She had on a cream-coloured slee

th blue inlay. The fact that she still owned them at all made him believe she'd stayed somewhere in Texas. Although,she could live anywhere. He wouldn't know. After the way she'd left things unfinished between them,he'd refused to talk

ugh his thoughts as he stared at her. The way she smelled like early morning on a

mind as she had in his house. To be clear,there w

st place on Earth she should be. Since it had been easy for her to walk away from him last year and shut him out of his life completely,he figured her apprehension had not

n she was nervous. She kept toying with that nec

aight on approach,and he didn't bother to hide the intensity in his

table. A look of panic crossed her features as her gaze darted around, probably looking for an escape ro

eck__a neck he had no business looking at in the first place, especially no

the Violet streaks in her brow

lin ground out,catc

said,facing toward the east wall

a problem didn't make it go away. He spun her around to face him. They were almost nose-to-nose and t

e managed to bite out, c

. Her eyes were pleadin

run out in him in the first place. His pride kept him from asking as she shook ou

ld on,

double doors to the lawn and fled. All the lines he'd practiced in his head a million t

n. All eyes were on him now. From his peripheral visi

ly meeting,so he reversed course and

n two hours left before saying goodbye to her past lifem at midnight, Melissa Rancic would no longer exist Richard Rancic ,her husband and a hardened criminal,had escaped custody and was on the loose according to her US Marshal Handler ,Tim Davis,Richard was last seen making a run

right one in the ignition proved a frustrating challenge. After several attempt,she had the engine pu

saying about absence making the heart grow fonder proved love. His jet-black hair and those intense dark eyes still had the p

brutal,dark,cold. There'd been no sun. No laughter. No joy. And yet,day after day

ood show. A shiver raced through her as she thought about what her

eather in Texas,coul

been a stupid mistake no matter how badly her body had reacted at the thought of never seeing him again, and the panic attack had been almost crippli

dimly lit greatly hall and catch one last glimpse of him before someone recognized her a

ch assaulted her. She and Colin had