His Stubborn Mate

shooting her a huge dazzling grin. Annie Simon's heart gave a startled little leap

motorcycle glittered with chrome, his helmet gleamed, his black leather jacket flapped wildly behind him. He wa

use himself on the road, but she'd been stopping every day for hours to hike in almost every state and national park that she passed, and he never seemed to outdistance her. She didn't really mind. In fact, the few times she thought she'd

nt, and it had been long since she had felt anything remotely like a pleasant tingle. Lately, her feeling had run more along the lines of dread, exhausted

nt language of his wardrobe. She had a feeling that the jacket on his back retailed for over $2,000, depending on the season, and how well things were moving on the floor . Her father had taught her enough about motorcycles to spot the sleek, sensual line of an exquisitely