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Zusatztext "ONE OF THE BEST WRITERS IN THE BUSINESS." --Susan Elizabeth Phillips New York Times bestselling author "Wit! style! and class. Maggie Osborne is a storyteller who consistently delivers all three." --Nora Roberts Informationen zum Autor Maggie Osborne Klappentext Ten years ago Angie Bartoli eloped with Sam Holland. But before their impetuous marriage even began! they were torn apart by chance. For Angie! the gold band on her finger is a constant reminder of the man she could never forget. Aiming to find her husband and resolve their relationship once and for all! Angie sets out on the adventure of a lifetime. In a small Colorado town! Angie discovers that her young groom has grown into a man--still handsome! irresistible! and infuriating as ever . . . and now the father of two young children. Forced to become a temporary family! Sam and Angie are surprised to find a deeper love awakening between them--one that could require more than they are willing to give if they are to forge a lasting new life on the American frontier. Of all the times to be late, this was the worst. The instant Sam rushed out of the saloon, an acrid drift of soot and smoke wafting from the top of the street told him the train had already arrived. Damn. Being late was one more grievance to hold against his basically worthless attorney. If his attorney had kept a regular office instead of holding appointments at a table in the Gold Slipper, there might have been a clock that Sam could have kept an eye on. Of course, if hed remembered to wear his pocket watch, he wouldnt be in this pickle to start with. Some days turned sour the minute a man left his house. Hed had a lot of those days lately. Dodging pedestrians and street traffic, giving up on the narrow boardwalks, he ran toward the depot. Plenty of time tomorrow to think about legal problems and attorneys bills. Right now his most urgent problem came from the past. And she was going to be furious that he hadnt been waiting on the new platform when the train steamed into Willow Creek. Their reunionhe guessed he could call it thatdefinitely was not beginning on a positive note. Sams steps slowed as he crossed Fifth Street and noticed only one person still on the platform. That answered his major question. Hed wondered if he would recognize her. Ten years changed people. When hed known Angelina Bertoli, shed been as slender as a nail, and he could swear shed been shorter. She had filled out considerablyand interestinglybut he would have recognized this older, more womanly version of the girl he remembered. In fact, and it annoyed him greatly, if he were meeting Angie today for the first time he would have been strongly attracted to her. Striding forward, he noted details that awakened memory. The mass of reddish brown hair knotted on her neck beneath her hat. The wide sensual curve of her mouth. The smooth slope of her cheek. Her vitality. She had been so filled with curiosity and eagerness to experience the world. Now that vitality steamed and fizzed beneath the surface, giving an impression of movement although she stood still, clutching her handbag at her waist. When she spotted him her gaze flared, then narrowed, and he remembered that her eyes were dark enough to seem almost black, but hed forgotten how expressive those eyes could be. Once he had read tenderness in her gaze, and love. Had felt the wrench of watching tears form and spill. But until now, he hadnt seen the dark beams of fury. Temper wasnt a trait young women displayed to their suitors. Sam Holland? Her tone conveyed perhaps a 90 percent certainty that she recognized him, but the hint of doubt made him wonder what changes she noticed in him. He wore his hair long now, tied at the neck with a strip of leather. That probably surprised her. A life largely spent o...