Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ

Both were wounded in the same train robbery in frontier Colorado and left on Abigail McKenzie's doorstep to nurse back to life.

Gentle, loving David, promising her a happiness she'd lost hope of finding, was all a lady could wish for.

Jesse stood for everything she hated: he was rude, violent, roughly handsome and disturbingly sensual.

But it was Jesse's mocking mouth that troubled her dreams, Jesse who made her feel a hundred things a lady should never know, Jesse who challenged her every waking hour. She fought him with all the stiff propriety her stubborn will commanded ... but in her burned the aching embers of love too long denied--love that would force her to a choice no woman should ever have to make.

Oh, it was a treat to deal with the prim and proper Miss Abigail and the rough and tough Jesse. How they rubbed each other the wrong way. Him with his devil-may-care attitude and her with her modest, maidenly ways.

"I do not allow profanity in this house."

"Oh, I've seen your kind before - bound up so tight with corset stays that you've got indigestion."

What was it about Abigail McKenzie that got under his skin?

"I've brought some bed clothes of my father's. Put them on and leave them on. I'm sick and tired of looking at your hairy legs and chest."

"So you say." He puffed out the chest in question and rubbed its furred surface as if it were spun gold.

Abbie, Abbie, he thought, my little hummingbird, what are you doing to me?

"Do I haunt you, Abbie?"