For the final Sunday of the year, here’s a quick peek at Court Me, Cowboy:

Gabe strolled over to stand beside Marissa, so close she couldn’t tell where the heat from the stove ended and the warmth of his body began.

“Mmm, stew.”  The words came out in a sexy growl.

Looking away, she stirred the tomatoes until they turned to pulp.  The way her insides were feeling.

“Smells good.  The boys’ll like it.”

“I-I hope so.”

She was salivating over Gabe and all he could think about was her cooking.  In the past, she would have been insulted.  Now, she simply felt relieved.  His lack of interest in her reminded her she was only playing a part.  Happy homemaker.  Perfect wife.  She took a deep breath and tried to think of something to say that would fit her role.

All my best,

Barbara