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Monday Puzzler, Feb. 11th
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Definitely sparking my interest! I love these kind of story set-ups. Added bonus if he’s got amnesia :)
Okay I have no idea about the book...but I get the feeling that the man is exactly what she had in mind. she just doesn't know it yet :D
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June, he is exactly what she needs!
Poor guy, he seems in enough bad shape to not wish upon him amnesia! Well, now, if he had been naked...My, I'm really curious to know what she has in mind for him !
Well just add water and voila instant growth of a problem. Sounds so good to me. The water will wetten down his white shirt should grand scars all over his chest. Oh my
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I think I've read it also. I know I've read several books where the heroine finds the hero in the road, and like DLS, I can't remember any of them. LOL
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I did read this and I loved it! Good choice.
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Okie, I'm the same way about my Kindle!
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All the burdens suddenly seemed so heavy, and __________ felt much older than her twenty-nine years. “Lord,” she murmured, “I could really use some help down here.”
As if in reply, the rain began to pour down, and ___________ sighed. “I guess not.”
She hunched forward on the seat and pulled her broad-brimmed straw hat down lower over her eyes. It wasn’t much to ask for, really. Just one man to help, a man who didn’t mind hard work and who didn’t expect to get paid for it.
____________ pulled on the reins slightly, guiding Cally around the sharp bend in the road. As the wagon rounded the curve, she noticed something lying directly in her path about two dozen feet ahead. She jerked hard on the reins, bringing Cally to a stop, and stared between the mules ears at the man who lay sprawled in the middle of the road.
She should probably just turn around right here and head home. There were always nasty characters wandering the roads these days—had been ever since the war. ________ toyed with the reins in her fingers, uncertain what to do. She was alone, and the man was a stranger.
Still, he didn’t look like much of a threat just lying there like that. Keeping her gaze fixed on him, _________ climbed down from the wagon. She hitched her faded brown skirt up enough to keep the hem out of the mud as she moved closer.
It was kind of hard to tell what he looked like, but __________ knew he wasn’t from around Callersville. He is short hair was black, but caked with mud. His face was lean and clean-shaven, but swollen and darkened by purple bruises. There was a deep gash above his eye, and another on his chin. His clothes were torn and muddy. He didn’t move as she came cautiously closer, and she wondered if he was dead.
But as she hunkered down beside him, she saw the rise and fall of his chest. No, he wasn’t dead. At least, not yet.
She stood up and glanced around, but saw nothing that might explain what this man was doing out here in the sorry condition. He was alone and didn’t appear to have any belongings with him.
Suddenly he groaned, and she realized he must be in a great deal of pain. She couldn’t just leave him here. If she could get him into the wagon somehow, she could take him back to the house.
__________ stared down at the unconscious stranger, and she wondered if he knew how to patch a roof and pick peaches. Right now, he didn’t look capable if much at all. She sighed and pushed back her hat, glancing at the dark skies above, blinking at the rain that hit her in the face. “Lord,” she said heavily, “this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”