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THE END

Review to come.

He and Becca had shared an amazing night Sunday after the concert with no one the wiser about her midnight trip to visit a secret cowboy lover. It was beginning to chafe that she didn't want anyone to know about him. It felt... sordid.

This guy is a mensch.

"Honey, you know that Mr. Sawyer isn't my... boyfriend, right?" No, definitely not a boyfriend, just my secret lover. Guilt suffused her. Was she a terrible mom for sleeping with a man she'd known only a week?

He's being patient and understanding.

She puts the moves on him.

Oh no, he's playing acoustic guitar.

It had been a lonely two years since her divorce, and she might be in for quite a few more. Meanwhile, fate had delivered to her doorstep a funny, articulate, dead-sexy cowboy whose abs could have been sculpted from marble. Who was she to ignore that gift?

Get it, girl.

She didn't mean to sound self-righteous every time she opened her mouth, but...

47% Life would be simpler if Becca could just tell people what to do and they would listen.

They find a German shepherd puppy.

She makes a joke and it shocks him.

"Is my room this... pink?" The low-backed sofa and two armchairs were all the same shade, coordinating with a striped circular rug that took up most of the floor.

"Mauve," she corrected, studying the furniture with him. "With cranberry accents."

LOL

Child's POV. Always a warning sign.

Trying to pinpoint where in Texas this is set-- within a region anyway. Had moved it out of West Texas but no more, until it mentioned Refugio (pronounced Re-fyoor-eeo, don't know why) being a couple hours away. That puts it south of Houston, probably on the coastal plain. Maybe in the Victoria or Wharton area. Okay.