Classic Romance
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Welcome to Twin Oaks — the new B and B in Cooper’s Corner. Some come for pleasure, others for passion — and one to set things straight…
Check-in: Widowed Nevada rancher Zane Dumaswanted no part in his twin brother’s search for their biological father. The news that they’d been switched at birth was no more welcome to him than Hollywood director Eve Caffrey and her crew arriving to shoot a blockbuster movie on his land.
Checkout: Even though Zane was distant and remote, Eve sensed the growing attraction between them. So when one of Eve’s crew members had a hunch that Zane’s birth father might live in Cooper’s Corner, Massachusetts, Eve was determined to get Zane on a flight out East. If Zane was ever going to be free of the past, he needed this reunion… and he needed her.
Classic Romance
The Secret
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Welcome to Twin Oaks — the new B and B in Cooper’s Corner. Some come for pleasure, others for passion — and one to set things straight…
Check-in: Widowed Nevada rancher Zane Dumaswanted no part in his twin brother’s search for their biological father. The news that they’d been switched at birth was no more welcome to him than Hollywood director Eve Caffrey and her crew arriving to shoot a blockbuster movie on his land.
Checkout: Even though Zane was distant and remote, Eve sensed the growing attraction between them. So when one of Eve’s crew members had a hunch that Zane’s birth father might live in Cooper’s Corner, Massachusetts, Eve was determined to get Zane on a flight out East. If Zane was ever going to be free of the past, he needed this reunion… and he needed her.
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The Secret
“Excuse me, Sir. Do you know where I can find Zane Dumas?”
Zane stiffened, tipped his light Stetson back on his head, and glanced towards the voice coming from outside the corral. A distinctively feminine face peered through the wooden railings. Wisp of wheat blonde hair. High cheekbones. Soft mouth. Female, all right.
He slung the lead rope over his shoulder and gave the young stallion a we’re-not-finished-here-look. The soft dirt poofed beneath Zane’s boots as he headed for the split rail fence.
“Can I help you ma’am?” he asked grimly. It was hotter than blazes and he swiped his wet forehead, thinking he didn’t smell pretty.
“This is the Twin Bar Ranch, isn’t it?”
A bead of sweat trickled down his back and his white cotton t-shirt clung to his skin. He’d been in the corral all morning, first with a nervous filly, and now with a spirited stallion. He loved his Arabians but they were notoriously sensitive and right now he was tired to the bone. “It is.”
“I’m trying to track down the owner, a Mr. Dumas. Do you know where I can find him?”
“You have. Right here.” Zane whacked a hand against his back pocket, knocking off the dust, before extending it through the fence. “Zane Dumas. Something I can do for you?”
She stared at his hand for a split-second, her pale forehead furrowing before she shook it. “Eve Caffrey,” she said, her voice cool, clipped, all business.
Her hand felt small in his, but that was no surprise. He was built big, tall and solid, even for a cowboy. “I know that name.”
Her smile looked tight. “You should. I left you a couple messages last week. I’m with Studioworks in Hollywood, California.”
So that’s what this was about. The movie they wanted to shoot on his ranch. The movie they were supposed to shoot nearly three months ago while he was gone.
Frustration welled and he clamped his jaw tight. He didn’t have time for this. Didn’t need the hassle, either. Releasing her hand, he hooked his thumbs around his belt loops. “You’re wasting your time.”
“You have a contract with Studioworks, Mr. Dumas.”
“Had a contract, Miss Caffrey, and I’ve been through this with your folks already. Don’t you people talk?”