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Watching him, Katlyn’s heart beat faster and harder
She didn’t know whether it was from nerves or from a growing sense of annoyance with the arrogance radiating from the man.
He made his way to her in a few long-legged strides, offering her a curt nod of his head and a cool handshake in welcome. “I’m Case Durham. I own the St. Martin. We’ve corresponded several times.”
Katlyn nodded in reply. This close to him, she could see he wasn’t as dark as the shadows had painted him, with the exception of his expression. His hair was more the color of polished oak, his eyes a deep, mesmerizing green, sharp and hard as gemstones.
As hard as Case Durham seemed to be.
Praise for author Nicole Foster’s first book JAKE’S ANGEL
“An endearing tale…the characters shine.”
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CIMARRON ROSE
Harlequin Historical #560
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Cimarron Rose
Nicole Foster
MILLS & BOON
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Available from Harlequin Historicals and NICOLE FOSTER
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Cimarron Rose #560
To Nicole and Foster, kindred spirits like their mothers.
Contents
Chapter One
Cimarron, New Mexico territory, 1875
A gust of wind rattled the window of the small room, its cool draft sliding inside to brush against Katlyn McLain’s neck. She shivered, drawing her thin woolen shawl a little more tightly around her as she bent over the bed to look again at the woman lying there.
In the wavering lamplight, stripped of her glitter and paint, Penelope Rose seemed small and faded. Katlyn touched her mother’s face, then tucked the blanket more snugly around her. Even without the doctor’s grim news, she had known her mother was ill. Her pale thinness, the dullness of her penny-bright hair, the droop of her shoulders all betrayed Penelope’s sparkling facade.
Katlyn dropped back down onto the wooden chair she’d pulled close to the bed, feeling a little pale herself.
She
