Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Howie rose and smiled down at her. “I just eat what’s put before me without being picky. I know everything you make will make my tastebuds bless the day you set foot in Morgan’s Crossing” he drawled, waiting to see the adorable look of confusion that crossed her face when he flirted.Bertha lowered her gaze and looked up at him through her eyelashes.“Only your tastebuds? ”
Debra Holland
From : Mail-Order Brides of the West: Bertha: A Montana Sky Novella
