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“Are you okay?”
Cassie nodded, then shook her head as the tears came. She swiped at them and glanced up at the rooftop, where the wiry young carpenter who’d handled the hotwire was standing, braced at the edge, staring down at the two of them. She turned her face away from the house so the men couldn’t see, and Jake pulled her around in front of him, shielding her from view with his huge shoulders….
“Look, I don’t want to add to your stress today,” he offered gently. “We can finish our business another time.”
“Okay,” Cassie said. But she was so upset that she couldn’t even recall what business, exactly, they’d been discussing. Dynamite. Oh, damn. She’d blurted that word out like a threat. And she hadn’t remained civil as she’d planned, not at all. And now she’d started to shake and cry like a fool because one of her men had got hurt. Jake Coffey had certainly seen her at her worst, and now she’d have to face this man—this handsome, intimidating man—in civil court the day after tomorrow.
Seeing him again felt like the last thing she needed. And yet, as she watched him walk away, it felt like the only thing she wanted.
Dear Reader,
This book is set in an area that is suspiciously similar to my hometown. Locals will recognize a few landmarks, but none of the people. The characters come straight from my imagination.
I want to emphasize that because, though my father taught me much about the home-building business, he is nothing like the character Boss McClean in this book. My father is the most honorable and loving father any daughter could ever ask for.
Though I create my characters from scratch, they do experience the same joys and struggles we all share.
Jake Coffey and Cassie McClean must each find a way to forgive the past in order to embrace the bright future that beckons them. I loved writing this story because forgiveness, I sometimes think, is the most beautiful word in the English language. Well, maybe forgiveness is the second most beautiful word. The most beautiful word in any language is, of course, love.
Keep your cards, letters and e-mails coming. They feed my spirit and inspire me to be a better writer.
P.O. Box 720224, Norman, OK 73070
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My best to you,
Darlene Graham
Dreamless
Darlene Graham
This story is dedicated to Jennifer Leigh Gardenhire
My dear daughter
And my precious “first fan”
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CASSIE MCCLEAN had just about had her craw full of Mr. Jake Coffey.
She removed her soiled leather work gloves finger by finger with vicious precision, squinting out over the Ten Mile Flats and watching that hated man’s pickup jolt up the narrow gravel road that shot straight toward her like a mile-long arrow.
That road, that ridiculous…cow path of a road, was the most recent spear Jake Coffey had chucked into their escalating series of skirmishes. In the spring, it had been the watershed. In the dry weeks of August, the grading dust. With him, it was always something.
Her plans would be unfolding perfectly by now were it not for Jake Coffey.
Ten Mile Flats lay below her in a gentle sea of green winter wheat, a marked contrast to the high, darkly wooded ridge that she had christened The Heights. With its brick and wrought-iron gates, its curving concrete streets and newly installed underground utilities, The Heights was as sophisticated as the Flats were rustic. And that’s exactly what Cassie had envisioned.
She had counted on the fact that Ten Mile Flats would never change. Out there, horse-farming operations with miles of white fencing and pristine barns had been producing their champions since the turn of the century. And as long as the horse farms were there, those bottomlands would spread forth like a hazy patchwork quilt, meeting the curve of the South Canadian River, creating an unobstructed, timeless view, complete with breathtaking Oklahoma sunsets. The future homeowners of The Heights were willing to pay a fortune for that view. Yes, everything was perfect. Everything except Jake Coffey.
She bit her lip and whacked her gloves against her palm. That man.
She had jumped through hoop after hoop to appease the landowners out on the
