Chapter 52

How could Bree argue with a man who wouldn't argue back? When she left she had on brand new jeans, a silky soft blouse and new bra and bikini panties that felt like sin against her body. And of course, the Stetson. She couldn't do anything about her makeup, but at least she felt fresh. And her new boots, which had proved more comfortable than she'd expected, finished off the outfit in style and she hoped, took attention away from her naked face.

Rafe tossed the bag with her other clothes in the back seat, then boosted her up in the front.

"Man, shopping really works up an appetite, doesn't it?"

She couldn't help laughing. "Even when all you do is watch?"

"Especially then." He winked and cranked over the engine.

The restaurant turned out to be everything he promised. The dining room with had high ceilings but walls divided the large room into smaller segments. Rafe was right, tough, that the real place to be was on the veranda, overlooking the river. They sat right by the railing