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Under the blazing Colorado sun, a miracle happened. Soulless Jake Malone began to care about Alexandra Merritt, an indomitable, heaven-sent beauty, and the small, squalling life she’d helped bring into this world. But could she help Jake forgive himself his past so that they could have a future?
“Just what the hell do you think is going to happen between us? You think I’m just going to stop with a kiss?”
“Yes. I know you, Jake.”
He shook his head, as if she’d said she could fly. His boots scraped at the ground as if he wanted to run but couldn’t. Something wild rose up in Alex. Her deepest instincts told her that this man needed to be touched—gently, deeply, often.
She’d put up with too much today. “Listen to me! You’re not nearly as bad—”
He snatched her hand and held it tight. “I’m warning you, Alex. Stay away from me.”
Of Men and Angels
Harlequin Historical #664
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VICTORIA BYLIN
Of Men and Angels #664
Dedicated to my father,
Jack K. Bylin
This one’s for you, Dad,
for the encouragement,
the coffee,
everything.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I’d also like to thank my husband and sons for their love and support, my mother for just being herself, and my community of friends for sharing this journey with me.
Contents
Chapter One
Western Colorado Plateau
June 1885
The rain hit without warning.
The mules balked as a flash of lightning cut through the sky, and the driver spurred them with a crack of his whip. “Haul your sorry butts outta here, or you’re gonna be swimming in that goddamn river!”
That wasn’t what Alexandra Merritt wanted to hear.
After a week on a crowded train from Philadelphia and another three weeks
