Stone’s
lips
broke
into
an
innately
male
smile
as
he
continued
to
watch
her.
She
was
definitely
a
gorgeous
woman
but,
more
than
that,
he
found
her
downright
fascinating.
He
would
even
go
so
far
as
to
say
that
she
intrigued
him,
especially
now
when
she
was
frowning
while
glancing
down
at
herself,
as
if
the
thought
of
wearing
jeans
and
a
flannel
shirt
was
nothing
she
would
ever
get
used
to.
Hell,
it
was
something
he
doubted
he
would
get
used
to,
either.
He
had
seen
plenty
of
women
in
jeans
in
his
lifetime
but
none,
and
he
meant
none,
could
wear
them
like
they’d
been
exclusively
designed
just
for
their
bodies.
Another
man
might
say
that
she
was
built
and
had
everything
in
all
the
right
places,
but
the
writer
in
him
would
go
further
than
that
and
say
she
was…a
summer
pleasure
and
a
fall
treasure
whose
beauty
was
as
breathtaking
and
captivating
as
a
cluster
of
tulips
and
daffodils
under
a
spectacular
Montana
sky.
“Do
you
think
I
packed
enough,
Stone?”
Her
words
intruded
on
his
musings
and
he
glanced
at
the
bed.
To
be
quite
honest
she
had
packed
too
much,
but
he
knew
that
was
the
norm
for
any
woman.
Somehow
they
would
manage
even
if
it
meant
leaving
some
of
it
at
the
Quinns’
ranch
once
they
got
there.
The
back
of
a
horse
could
handle
only
so
much
on
what
would
be
a
treacherous
climb
up
the
mountain.
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