Wrangled by the Alien Rancher (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #2)

by Ursa Dax

Only once, in the doorway, did she turn to look back at me, making sure I’d followed. She didn’t know me very well yet. Because if she did, she never would have needed to turn around and check.

There was a plate laid out for me at the place I’d been sitting yesterday. Slowly, I inched up to it, staring down to find what looked like two pickled eggs and a slice of some sort of alien bacon. In the shape of a face. A smiling face. There was no sign of Magnolia being up yet, so this had to have been Fallon’s handiwork. Instead of waiting for me to cook for him, my husband had put two eggy eyes and a bacony smile on a plate. For me.