"A must read. You will laugh, cry, and in the end, you will totally fall in love with the story. It is character rich, and full of drama along with some sizzling scenes to spice it up. This book will remain on my favorites shelf for a long while, and it is a definitely recommended read from this reviewer." - Rose, Romance At Heart
From the Author
"I told Sherrie to work things out with you. She seemed fine with it," Dave said as he stirred a pot of spaghetti sauce on the stove.
Curtis carried the supper dishes to the table. "Yeah, well, that sure changed fast."
He set Sherrie's plate close to Dave's. The round table would fit the three of them fine, but he didn't want to get too close to Sherrie. He didn't need to start a new fight with her when they hadn't finished the old one yet.
"She came down to the cottage blaming me because she couldn't sleep. I coulda let that go, until she insulted my music... again," he added. "Did you tell her about me?"
Dave sprinkled black pepper into the spaghetti sauce. "Of course not. All she knows is you're staying here and working on your music. I didn't mention anything about," he paused and looked toward the kitchen doorway, "CJ, or the hospital. If you decide to tell her, that's up to you."
"I doubt that's gonna happen,seeing how she feels about country music," he replied as he arranged silverware next to the plates. "You know I rarely offer up opinions, Dave, but your sweet-lookin' Yankee cousin's--"
He stopped as he saw Sherrie standing in the doorway. "Oh Lord."
"His Yankee cousin's... what?"
He breathed a sigh of relief. At least Sherrie hadn't heard him call her sweet-lookin'. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Truth be told, Sherrie was sweet-looking.
Waves of chestnut-colored hair framed her oval face. Her almond-shaped brown eyes were draped with long lashes, she had a kissable, rosebud mouth, and from what he'd seen of her this morning, Sherrie was curvy in all the right places. Too bad she acted so moody.
He stared into her eyes for a full fifteen seconds. His piercing baby blues were capable of rendering women speechless. They had the power to charm, as well as disarm, anyone.
Sherrie shifted her gaze to the floor and he smirked. Direct eye contact had done the trick. Sherrie might have lots of fight, but she had nothing to back it up.
Dave banged the wooden spoon on the edge of the pot, breaking the tension in the room. "Sher, I thought you were gonna apologize to Curtis."
"I did, but then His Royal Majesty dismissed me."
Curtis moved back as Sherrie strode past him and yanked the refrigerator open. She stuck her head inside and rummaged around.
He took advantage of the opportunity and admired the way her denim shorts clung to her backside. A tingle spread through his groin as he envisioned running his hands up the back of her smooth thighs. He turned his head as she took out the pitcher of sweet tea.
"What were you looking at?"
"Nothin'." Why did he feel compelled to touch her? It must be hormones, he reasoned. The last thing he needed was to get involved with a Yankee woman who hated him on sight. He scratched his chin and chuckled. Now there was a switch. Women all over the world would pay a fortune to spend five minutes in the same room with him, and yet Sherrie despised him.
"Bull." Sherrie sat at the table and poured herself a glass of tea.
He rolled his eyes. Naturally,she had taken his seat. He wouldn't protest. Sherrie was Dave's cousin, and he'd been raised to respect women--even stubborn Yankee women.