The Ranger's Daughter

doo for suggesting the name fo

ut as was his mother's. Ladies needed more beauty rest than men required so Vance was sure neither of them would stir until eight o'clock at least. Just the sa

id Miss Lace. That was the real issue here. Vance could still hear his wife's hateful words. He could still se

just about to turn when he saw the girl pull her lower lip into her mouth as she bit it. Vance barely resisted a groan. Why waste torturing him like this? Didn't she know how much he wanted to taste her heart shaped lips? Didn't she realize he wanted to pull that same lower lip into his mouth? She is a siren. That's all. Like the old folklores about the siren mermaids that lured seamen to their death. That was all there was too it, Vance decided. Olga had been the same way, all sweetness and roses. Her blonde hair was always worn as a braid circling her head like a halo. Like an angel. That was before he'd married her. Before they'd made their home in the Wild West. That's when it began, s

ng or saying a word. They just watched the other, each one seeming to take the others measure without discrimination from

olitude." She murmured. "Sit dow

ng on his shirt as she poured his coffee but on second thought he decided not to. If she discomforted him with her... Well everything, then Vance would leave the shirt off ju

m or

la

ing cup on the tabl

e was something soothing about cradling a hot cup between your hands, Va

half full with coffee an

the kitchen.

nce Mcvone was a sight for sure and certain. His broad muscular shoulders looked big enough to take on the world without the slightest stress. His strong chest was splattered with dark hair, his perfectly sculpted stomach left Grace wondering how he got it to look like that. Ever

ng." Vance grumbled. "Sit

e didn't want to, because even though Vance Mcvone was a dark intimidating man, even though he seemed to wear sadness and anger as a cloak, something in Grace called

nd then by his lack of clothing. He was glad, if he must be around her he must keep her rattled. For then she won't have ti

y Anne found the couple nearly twenty minutes later. They both sat sile

decided. They would have some adorable babies, Mary Anne smiled to herself. Yes, indeedy

d poured herself some coffee. " Vanc

call me that." He cast Grace an

I've always called you that, honey." She cast Gracie

nce mumbled. "I outgr

.. Since you're so grown up." Mary Anne took a sip of her coffe then returned

eally ha

you can accompany Gracie back to her f

you were go

you can't g

and Gracie really does need her belongings, Vance." Mary Anne stood up and smiled broadly at the unhappy pair. "Get your shawl, Gracie and for gracious

gh to look at the extremely attractive half naked man. His gaze was unwavering, a small muscle in his jaw w

the end of it." Vance sighed. "Ge