“Well, now, Margaret, seems to me I got somethin’ special to keep in my memory out of it. I can live with people teasin’ me.”
Tony leaned in to kiss her.
“Could you live with it for a few more months?” she asked before their lips touched.
He pulled back, met her gaze. “Meaning?”
“Last night when I said I knew who you were, that you owned the ranch, you said your ranch owns you. Am I remembering that right?”
“You are.”
Maggie drew a deep breath. “OK. So, then, I have a proposition for you.”
The last one had resulted in their being naked together. If this one involved that again, he’d be saying yes faster than a bronc bursts out of a chute.
“I’m listenin’, darlin’.”
“Marry me.”
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For Larry and Peggy Ingham, and Kevin
and Stephanie Kennedy–generous, selfless,
inspired and industrious people who know
what’s important in life and go about achieving
it. I admire you all so much.
Chapter One
Maggie McShane blamed her lifelong weakness for cowboys on John Wayne movie marathons, a New Year’s Day family tradition. Those happy childhood memories pierced Maggie as she watched a cowboy mosey onto her Arizona movie set. He rivaled the Duke in looks, from his thick brown hair and blue eyes to his looming height. She felt caught in his crosshairs, the way his gaze zeroed in on her, and it was everything she could do to turn away from him, and prepare for her next take outside a rustic old barn on a working cattle ranch.
“Take your mark, please, Maggie,” the director said.
“Quiet on the set!”
The take was a different angle of an earlier shot, a sweeping arc that would end on a close-up of her face. Her expression was supposed to convey determination, but also a little insecurity.
“Cut! Let’s do it again. A little more grit this time, Maggie.”
“Right.” Maggie wondered who the cowboy was. Why was he on the set? Who gave him—
“Cut! Where’s your head, Maggie?” the director, Mac Iverson, asked.
Startled, she met his gaze, seeing more than curiosity there. Maggie was always prepared, always on cue. Darn cowboy. “Sorry, Mac.”
“All right. Once more. Action!”
The cowboy stuck his hat back on his head, covering that beautiful hair that curled down his neck a little…
“Cut!” Mac came up to her. “Do you need a break or water or something?”
“It’s the heat,” she said, lying, embarrassed at not being her usual professional self. “This time. I promise.”
After two more takes, Mac said, “Good job, thanks.” Noise and activity picked up again. They were winding down for the day. Only two shots left, neither requiring her presence.
Leesa Post, Maggie’s longtime personal assistant, approached, her ever-present notebook in hand. “Looks like we’re getting out of here early tonight, Mags. What do you want to do about dinner?”
“Room service, but first a long, hot shower. I’ve got dust in every pore.”
“Arizona in September. Pretty dry stuff.”
“I’m learning that.” Maggie lowered her voice. “Who’s the cowboy talking to Mac?”
“I dunno. Want me to find out?”
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