VOLUME 3: ANNAS HEART
Hes coming here to the Sweetwater, can you believe it? Simone chattered. Angus McGregor, here at our little guest ranch. Who could have imagined it? Tight black braids framed her deep mocha face, and her dark brown eyes sparkled with excitement.
Anna Graves tucked her long dark chestnut hair behind her ears and flicked an annoyed glance at her sister-in-law before she scanned the handful of guests whod just arrived for a two-week stay at Sweetwater Ranch. Some of them milled around the expanse of the lodges rustic lobby while others checked in at the front desk with Annas mother, Teresa.
Anna shrugged indifferently. Hes just another guest. Hed better not come here expecting that hes going to be waited on hand and foot, thats all I can say. This is a working cattle ranch. People know that when they sign up.
Yeah, Simone gushed, but I hear hes getting ready to do a cowboy movie, and he has to brush up on his riding.