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This is a great afternoon read I loved it
We'll meet again.....
Those were the last words of Wade Preston as his life's blood stained the pure white of Theaq's wedding dress, draining onto the church floor where they were to have been married.
Two years later, Thea knew the injured stagecoach robber in her sister's examining room couldn't be the same man she'd loved since she was eight years old, the bridgegroom who'd been tragically killed by a gunman's bullet.........or could he?
Those were the last words of Wade Preston as his life's blood stained the pure white of Theaq's wedding dress, draining onto the church floor where they were to have been married.
Two years later, Thea knew the injured stagecoach robber in her sister's examining room couldn't be the same man she'd loved since she was eight years old, the bridgegroom who'd been tragically killed by a gunman's bullet.........or could he?
WE'LL MEET AGAIN..."
Those were the last words of Wade Preston as his life's blood stained the pure white of Thea's wedding dress, draining onto the church floor where they were to have been married.
Two years later, Thea knew the injured stagecoach robber in her sister's examining room couldn't be the same man she'd loved since she was eight years old, the bridegroom who'd been tragically killed by a gunman's bullet. His dark eyes might have the same smoldering look as Wade's, his deep voice might sent shivers of longing down her spine, but his personality was tough and untamable, so different from the tender caring of her fiance. This hard case could never arouse her slumbering passions, simply could not be the lost lover who still possessed her steadfast heart...or could he?
Those were the last words of Wade Preston as his life's blood stained the pure white of Thea's wedding dress, draining onto the church floor where they were to have been married.
Two years later, Thea knew the injured stagecoach robber in her sister's examining room couldn't be the same man she'd loved since she was eight years old, the bridegroom who'd been tragically killed by a gunman's bullet. His dark eyes might have the same smoldering look as Wade's, his deep voice might sent shivers of longing down her spine, but his personality was tough and untamable, so different from the tender caring of her fiance. This hard case could never arouse her slumbering passions, simply could not be the lost lover who still possessed her steadfast heart...or could he?
we'll meet again...those were the last words of Wade Preston as his lifes blood stained the pure white of Thea's wedding dress, draining onto the church floor where they were to have been married.Two years later, Thea knew the injured stagecoach robber in her sisters examining room could'nt be the same man she'd loved since she was 8 years old, the bridegroom who'd been tragically killed by a gunmans bullet.His dark eyes might have the same smoldering look of Wade's,his deep voice might have sent shivers of longing down her spine,but his personality was tough and untamable , so different from the tender, caring of her fiance'. this hard case could never arouse her slumbering passions,simply could not be the lost lover who still possessed her stedfast heart..or could he?
