Perfect Timing
“He’d chosen not to wear a jacket and now regretted it. As sunny as the central Oregon weather had been all day, it was now, with the arrival of twilight, turning colder than a witch’s tit after a long ride on her broom in freezing temperatures.Bubba and Billy Bob weren’t snoozing on the porch, which told Quincy that both his mutts were inside with their lady. Ceara had won them over completely, and both dogs now preferred to forgo stable time to stay at the house with her. Quincy didn’t mind, not really. He loved his Aussies, but seeing the glow on Ceara’s face as she fussed over them pleased him. What made her happy made him happy. That was the long and short of it.He stomped his boots as he scaled the steps and then wiped them as clean as he could on the hemp welcome mat before he entered the kitchen. After taking one step into the room, he froze. A slender redhead stood before the Viking cooktop. She was a vision, with burnished curls tumbling onto her shoulders and partway down her back.
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