This was David Pendleton? This was the man she'd traveled hundreds of miles to see? Whose soft, raspy drawl had come over her grandfather's ham radio each evening? The man to whom she'd brought the sealed letter Granddad had written before he died?
Shea Bellwood had expected a cantankerous old hermit; but with his sun-streaked hair and topaz eyes, Dave certainly wasn't old. However, the rest of the description seemed to fit. He had the temperament of a crocodile with a toothache, but something magical happened when they touched. Shea had little money and no future plans . . . although after meeting Dave, she felt as if she had the world in the palm of her hand!
Silhouette Desire - # 264