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An excerpt from
EVENING HOURS
Life was good, and Kaylee had learned early to treasure such moments. After nearly losing her life at such a young age, nothing had ever been the same, and she never wasted one precious moment.
That thinking gave her all the more reason not to waste one second contemplating a particular man. Her heart did a sudden somersault as she admitted to herself that she had thought about that cowboy off and on all night.
Unsettling?
Absolutely.
Crazy?
Absolutely.
A waste of time?
Absolutely.
Lethal.
Absolutely.
So why couldn’t she get him off her mind?
Evening Hours
Mary Lynn Baxter
This book is dedicated to my
friend and gym buddy Walter Bates who should be writing instead of running. Thanks for all your plotting expertise.
Contents
Prologue
She looked dead.
For a second Edgar Benton’s heart beat uncontrollably against his
