An Old Flame Never Dies
From Dusty Britches by Marcia Lynn McClure
His broad smile was even more captivating than Dusty remembered. “You remember me, don’t ya…Dusty…uh…Miss Hunter?” he asked in a voice heartbreakingly familiar, yet deeper than she remembered.
“Of—of course,” Dusty stammered. She stood in awe of his height and staggeringly handsome face and form.
He’d grown! At least three or four inches by the look of him. His shoulders were broader than when he’d been twenty and worked for her father those many years ago. His upper torso, his arms and legs were thick and firm with the muscular development of a fully-matured man. Had it not been for his eyes, those oddly tinted, brown sugar-colored eyes, accented by dark eyelashes—she would not have known him. His face was much broader, his jaw chiseled and squared, his hair darker than she remembered—almost a cedar-bark brown. He had grown to be a very, very, very attractive man!
“Um….” Dusty added, realizing she’d been standing in awed silence for several moments.
“Yep,” he confirmed. His smile broadened. He chuckled as he studied her from head to toe. “You done some growin’ since I last saw you, Miss Britches.”
Dusty blushed from the top of her scalp to the soles of her feet. The sensation quite unnerved her, for it had been years, literally, since she’d experienced it. Miss Britches. She’d almost forgotten he’d called her that. How divine it was to hear him say it again! And then, Dusty Hunter, the woman—no longer the fourteen year old girl prone to matters of the heart—pulled her thoughts, feelings and self up short. Stone cold. No feeling. Only irritation.
“Yes. It happens to us all,” she stated flatly, forcing a friendly smile. “I’d say you’re a mite taller, yourself.”
His brow puckered. He said, “I guess so.”
He seemed to study her intently for a moment, especially her eyes. It made her uncomfortable. He’d always made her uncomfortable. Now that wasn’t exactly true, she admitted somewhere deep, deep down inside her soul.
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this book is one of my favorite books, it was the first one i ever bought and i have read it so much the pages are getting worn and so is the binding, but I love this so much !