Taming the Brooding Cattleman. Marion Lennox

      She’d saved his mare and foal. She’d made that grim face break into a smile.

      He’d made her an egg.

      ‘You’re a fool, Alex Patterson,’ she told herself. ‘Your father thinks of you as a boy. If you’re going to stay here, you need to think of yourself as one, too. No interest in a very sexy guy.’

      No?

      No.

      But her toe was still out of the water.

      The toe was a symbol. Most of Alex Patterson was one very sensible vet. There was a tiny bit, though, that refused to be sensible.

      There was a tiny bit remembering that smile.