The Cowboy Meets His Match. Roxann Delaney

      After telling Sollie goodbye, while pointedly avoiding making eye contact with Jake, she turned for home.

      “Monday morning, eight o’clock,” he called to her. “And don’t be late.”

      She waved a hand without looking back and kept going.

      He watched her, hardly believing she’d accepted. He’d won. But how long would his victory last? Only time would tell, and he had plenty of that.