It had taken Nikki years to rehabilitate herself from a mortal attraction to cowboys. After being burned about a dozen times, she thought herself finally impervious - until this one flashed his irritatingly irresistible grin. She reminded herself that she was immune to his kind of rustic charm - but crystal-blue eyes and a chin dimple. Holy crap!Why did her would-be lawyer have to be a incredibly hot cowboy?

Nothing was ever definite, but in that moment, Jill's soul had found a permanent home.

Have no fear, cowboy," Nikki replied in a tone meant to disguise the warm flush that had come over her. "I corralled all my wild impulses long ago.""Did you, now?" He still stood in the doorway, head cocked. "Somehow, I think you may have missed a few strays.

Have I told you today that you look mighty fetchin' in that outfit? he said as he opened the door for her."Only three times," she answered."Well, then make it four.

Do just-friends sleep all tangled up like a bunch of baby granddaddy long-legged spiders?

Bessie, the old gray mule, had two speeds: slow and stop. A stick of dynamite could not have put any more giddy-up in her pace....

Are you kin to the Gallaghers or the Brennans?" Jill asked."Hell, no! If I was, I'd shoot myself in the head with this gun.

I want a swallow of whiskey to take that pill," Polly yelled. "Damn things get stuck when you make me take them water.

You are full of shit, Sawyer O'Donnell. I believe that you invented the Blarney Stone instead of kissed it.

She slapped at him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her forward over the loose hay to hug her tightly. Her hands landed on his chest with a snap. She looked up, and before she even had time to shut her eyes, his lips were on hers. Warmth---that's what she felt at first. As the kiss deepened, it grew hotter, and when his tongue traced the outside of her mouth, it turned downright scorching.