By Madeline Baker
4 early American vacation romances contain "Loving Devlin" through Madeline Baker, "The Fourth present" by way of Elizabeth Chadwick, "Christmas shock" by means of Norah Hess, and "Christmas superstar" by means of Connie Mason. Reissue.
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A time or two," Devlin admitted, remembering how his throat had swelled with tears the day he'd returned Danny to his mother's arms. It was a memory he held close to his heart. Devlin gave Danny's shoulder another squeeze. " Danny fisted the tears from his eyes. " He ruffled the boy's hair affectionately. " Danny didn't argue. Wordlessly, he swung into the saddle, his blue eyes filled with silent reproach. "We'll stop by the Loomis place and see if they'll put you up for a few days," Devlin said, thinking out loud.
He liked looking at her, liked the way she moved, graceful as a willow in the wind. Her hair caught Page 35 the light of the sun, and the water that clung to her legs glistened like dew drops. . " He woke with the sound of her name echoing in his ears, felt a cool hand on his brow. "Sleep, Toklanni," murmured a soft voice. " "Sleep now," the voice repeated. He tried to see her face, but all he could make out in the darkness was the outline of a woman with long hair. Questions rose in his mind, but his eyelids felt like lead.
The sound of hoofbeats drew his attention and he glanced over his shoulder to see the warriors riding toward him. He swore under his breath as he realized his rifle was out of reach. He was struggling to gain his feet when he heard a welcome sound. On hands and knees, he watched as a dozen Apache warriors thundered across the open prairie, the high, piercing war cry of the People filling the air. The Comanches immediately turned tail and ran for home. Nine of the Apaches went in pursuit; the other three rode toward Devlin.