By Kristin Hannah
Devon O'Shea involves the Yukon Territory looking for gold, yet in its place she reveals Stone guy McKenna, a mountainous slab of animosity who believes the Yukon isn't any position for a woman. whilst he makes an attempt to persuade her of this with a savage kiss, she reveals herself feeling, for the 1st time in her lifestyles, female and alive. And Devon starts off to wonder whether she can have struck gold finally . . .
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He was small-tiny, really- and his little round face was dominated by a long beak of a nose and eyes that seemed far too large. His deformed body reemphasized her first impression. He seemed to be leaning to the left, and his head, with its unruly mop of bright-red curls, rested stiffly against his raised shoulder. It was as if some unkind hand had simply twisted him. But it was his eyes that caught and held her attention; they a bright, lively blue, bubbling with mirth and an unmistakable joy for life.
The last thing she needed right now was to face the old man's hatred. It had been a hard day. "I guess we lost our bets. " Devon felt a flash of anger. She waited pointedly for Stone Man to say something. He didn't. " she demanded of her partner. Stone Man shrugged. "You want protection? " She clamped her mouth shut. Silently counting to ten, she regained composure then focused a steady stare on Midas. " Midas turned his back on her. " Midas's banty legs moved like eggbeaters as he stomped| over to where the soup used to be.
They'd drained her brain of blood. No matter what Father Michaels said, and no matter how good a photographer her partner was, Stone Man was not the type of man a woman could befriend. Not a woman like her, anyway. His female friends, if he had any (which she seriously doubted), would certainly have names like Blaze or Busty. Still. . Forget the photographs. They were the problem. Their images had created the one thing Devon's rational mind couldn't ignore: a puzzle. Her partner-big, silent, sour Stone Man-had become a puzzle.