Aim For the Heart
Prologue
Too many unshed tears had frozen his heart, making it harder than stone. Jaime reminded him of a nearly-grown young colt as he watched her running through the tall grass that grew beside the river. She looked beautiful, moving with such breath-taking grace, but the eyes that stared at her through the window were filled with menace.
Steve was waiting at the end of the path, and the man at the window glowered angrily as he watched Jaime melt so easily into his arms. The observer stepped back into his office, unable to watch the woman who should be his kissing another man.
Who the hell did Steve think he was? And Jaime – how could she do this to him? She'd loved him once, the way he still loved her. She'd never actually said it, but he could see it in her eyes, feel it in her touch. Steve should never have come back to California! His fury gave him new determination; Steve would pay – dearly – for his mistake, and then Jaime would see the error of her ways and return to his arms, forever.
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