BY THE HEART BRIDE: GABE
MATCHMAKING A MARRIAGE
BOOK 3 OF 3
Gabe Anderson had the reputation as a love ‘em and leave ‘em cowboy. One who couldn’t—wouldn’t—commit. What he hadn’t told anyone was that he’d loved once, and been left. He’d committed once, and been burned. Wild horses couldn’t drag him down that road again. Could they? The reappearance of the woman who’d trampled his emotions had him wondering if a second chance at love wasn’t just what the doctor ordered.
Doctor Amelia Murphy thought she knew what she was doing when she moved to Devil’s Spur. But the small town had a few surprises—like the cowboy responsible for breaking her heart ten years ago. She thought she’d put the past behind her, but one look at Gabe Anderson’s handsome face told Amelia that he still held her broken heart in the palm of his calloused hands. Can two stubborn souls overcome the misunderstandings of the past and find a future…by the heart?
“Was there something else?” Amelia could barely breathe at the look on his face. The noise and events taking place around them faded into an annoying buzz.
“Just this.”
One long arm snaked out, pulling her against him. Amelia’s squeak of surprise was lost as his lips crashed down on hers, stealing the breath from her body. There was no hesitation, no first kiss awkwardness. There was only the same soul-stirring passion that had always erupted when they were together. Lifting her hand to the back of his head, she pulled him closer, kissing him with all the desire she’d been trying to deny ever since that day he’d walked out of the clinic when she’d walked in.
Gabe pulled Amelia closer, relishing the feel of her plush body against his. She fit against him with remembered perfection, causing his heart rate to increase as if he were on the ride of his life. Other parts of his body had taken notice of her generous curves as well, and it took all of his willpower to set her away.
“What…what was that for?”
She looked as dazed as he felt but utterly cute and so damned tempting he had to fight himself not to pull her back into his arms. “Luck.”
“You’ve done fine without me so far.”
Gabe knew that she was talking about more than his standings in the rodeo. Hope sprang inside of him. Had she missed him? Thought about him through the years and wondered at the ‘what ifs’? He brushed back a strand of hair from her eyes, his fingers sinking into the silky softness, drawing her closer. “No, sweetheart, I really haven’t.” He was just bending his head again, determined to take another test when they were interrupted.