“Eureka,” she breathed. In the midst of the bounty, she spotted a small row of gorgeous scarlet strawberries. “Fort Laramie.” “What?” Aubrey spun to face a giant of a man, her hand pressed to her chest. She craned her neck to take in his height and barrel chest. “The strawberries,” he said. “They’re the Fort Laramie varieties. Not Eureka.” She released a breathy laugh, her momentary surprise fading. “I was saying, ‘Eureka!’ as in ‘I found it!’” “I see. California gold rush slang. Sorry, it’s been awhile.” His weathered face crinkled with amusement. “I’ve never seen someone so excited over
...more
This made me laugh
