Through her rear view mirror Jordan Mills watched the man behind her. Sunglasses. Sexy five—o'clock shadow. Suddenly their eyes met. He drew down his glasses just enough to see her and for her to see him.
Stone Demarest. She remembered those eyes and his strong, comforting arms holding her through the night. What was he doing in Mount Liberty? Shocked, she fled.
Yet the preacher's daughter couldn't forget the rugged man of the land. He had given her the strength to go on when she had been at her lowest. But would his reappearance in her life destroy her hard—won serenity? Hello again, handsome stranger.
