Page 47 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
“Have you ever gotten bored at Farpoint?”
He shook his head. “No, but?—”
“But what?”
“This is my home.”
She grinned. “I’m sort of hoping it might be mine too.”
He grasped her hands in his, kissing her knuckles. “It’ll be yours for however long you want to stay.”
They moved in unison, neither of them able to resist, sealing the deal with a kiss.
When they pulled apart, he marveled at the sheer joy on her face. She lit up brighter than a Christmas tree. She was beautiful. She was staying.
She stood up and looked around at the hot desert he called home. “I have to admit, this is a nice twist.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“The misplaced princess landed in Oz and realized she wasn’t lost at all. She’d found home.”
Claiming Her Cowboy
Flying halfway ’round the world to meet his potential soul mate sounds like a fine idea to Dylan–until he discovers said soul mate, Annie, has gone looking for him. In Australia. Now Dylan’s adrift, a bloke from the Outback alone in the big city. Until he’s rescued by Monet, a gorgeous local artist and Annie’s best friend.
A dyed-in-the-wool New Yorker, Monet has never met anyone like Dylan. Taking temporary care of the sizzling-hot cowboy is easy; he’s friendly, funny, and interesting. Keeping her hands off him is decidedly not easy. That accent, that killer grin, and as a successful artist, Monet is very much a hands-on sort of girl.
An Aussie cowboy doesn’t belong in New York any more than a city girl belongs in the Outback. If only their hearts would listen.
To all the Australian stockmen who make Australia the country it is. And to all the women who love them.
Prologue
Annie: Mornin’ sunshine!
Dylan: G’day, love. How’re things in your neck of the woods this evening?
Annie: Long-ass day. Started with rain. Ended with rain. The middle bit was filled with my boss calling me Princess in a staff meeting. Grrrrr. I may end up killing him soon.
Dylan: Don’t kill him. I’m too far away to bail you out.
Annie: LOL. Thanks for the offer, but Monet’s already promised to have my back with the bail money.
Dylan: I think I like this Monet.
Annie: Yeah. She rocks. Actually, she might be the only thing rocking in my world these days.
Dylan: That doesn’t sound good.
Annie: It’s not. You ever been sick of your life, Dylan?
Dylan: Me? Sick of life? Nope. Sick of Hunter at times. The bloody bastard’s been giving me a hard time about chatting with a woman in America again. I told him if he says another word, he’s dead.
Annie: Careful. I’m too far away to bail you out. Snort! Sometimes I wish we lived closer.
Dylan: Me too, love. But let’s be serious, a city girl wouldn’t last a day in the Outback.
Annie: What? You must be joking. I’d last a hell of a lot longer on your little ranch than you would in my big city.
