She was no man magnet. From her Gypsy clothing to her feline fan club to her transparent attempt at seeming helium-headed, Violet Campbell screamed, "Run for your life," her lucrative lavender fields be damned. But Cameron Lachlan had never wanted to be anywhere...with anyone...more.
Somehow, someway, this bewildering lady had transformed his wanderlust to age-old desire. But instead of wanting the moon, which she deserved, Violet seemed to accept that he would leave her bed—and her.
Which he might have done...once. But just when he'd found the woman worth staying for, she hinted at reasons that he should run—not walk—away.
