One Snowbound Weekend.... Christy Lockhart
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“How Long, Shane?
How Long Have I Been Gone?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Angie reached for him, curving her fingers around his shoulder. He was her only anchor. She needed him. Her voice hoarse, she whispered, “It matters to me.”
He looked at her squarely. “Five years. You left me five years ago.”
She gasped. Not months, but years. Years of her life had vanished.
Instantly he covered her hand with his. Something in her stomach, warm and deep, fluttered. No matter what happened, she still responded to his most casual touch.
“Your daddy kindly answered a few questions for me. He said when you were done playing house with a man who wasn’t your social equal, you begged him to bail you out. When your memory returns, I’ll have a few questions for you.”
“Like…?”
“For starters…why the hell are you sleeping in my bed?”
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One Snowbound Weekend…
Christy Lockhart
For Pam, brainstorming partner who believes;
for Whitney, chief researcher, and for Lisa, my Designated Worrier.
Also for Dad, ’tis great to have you in my life…
CHRISTY LOCKHART
married her real-life hero, Jared, who proved to her that dreams really do come true. They live in Colorado with their two children, Raymond and Whitney.
Christy remembers always wanting to be a writer. She even talked her elementary school librarian into “publishing” her books. She notes always preferring romances because they’re about that special moment when dreams are possible and the future is a gift to unfold.
You can write to Christy at P.O. Box 448, Eastlake, CO 80614.
Contents
One
Shane Masters’s ax froze in midswing.
Blinded by the wind-whipped snow, his eyes had to be playing tricks on him.
There was no way his ex-wife was fighting her way through a Colorado blizzard toward him.
Hardhat, Shane’s yellow Labrador, barked and ran circles around Shane’s legs, warning him about the approaching stranger. That meant Shane wasn’t hallucinating.
He dropped his ax on top of the woodpile and stared into the distance. Steps unsteady and her slender body beaten by ice daggers driven from the sky, she continued onward.
If he didn’t resent Angie’s intrusion into the life he’d rebuilt, he might have admired her courage.
As it was, he’d sworn he never wanted to see her again. Over five years ago, he’d toasted that determination with a whiskey bottle and never looked back.
Narrowing his green eyes and folding his arms across his chest, he waited.
When she was about five feet away, she pitched herself at him.
Instinctively he caught her, unprepared for the feel of her trembling, feminine body pressing against him and the strong, unwelcome wave of desire that walloped him.
“Thank God I made it home,” she whispered.
Home? Columbine Crossing hadn’t really ever been her home, and she hadn’t been back since their divorce.
“The thought of you, waiting for me, worrying about me, kept me going when I wasn’t sure I could take another step.”
Her words plowed reality back into focus.
She burrowed her head against his down-covered shoulder, and tendrils of her light brown hair cascaded down his coat. Then she laid one hand on his chest, near where his heart suddenly thundered.
His blood, dulled by the wind’s wicked bite, slowly warmed. And his insides tightened painfully in physical response to her innocent touch.
He didn’t welcome the reaction, nor did he want to be vulnerable to the woman who’d destroyed his trust and shattered his heart.
Hardhat barked, and Shane forced himself to go rigid. Although his gut twisted, urging him to draw her closer, he released the hand he’d unthinkingly slid around her slender waist.
Angie uncurled her fingers and glanced up at him, a question in her wide, expressive blue eyes.
It was then, when he really looked at her, that he saw the angry cut carved on her forehead, vivid