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Cory blushed, craned his neck, and gazed up at the stars. In a gruff, hesitant voice he said, "I'm not a real cowboy."
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"A venture capitalist from Chicago." He cocked a half grin at her. "I thought I'd come here to find a good old fashioned country girl."
The irony caught her off guard and she chuckled. "I'm from New York City. I wanted a good old fashioned country boy."
His gaze turned serious as he hauled her back against him. "Too late. . . . I'm staking my claim and I'll fight any of those cowboys that come near you."
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Cory laughed. "Done. How about we hold any more talk till morning?" He nibbled her neck as his hands caressed her heated flesh.
All thought fled.
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"You and Charles really haven't known each other long [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], have you?" Mrs. Stanhope asked.
Tracy fought back her resentment. I was right. It is going to be an inquisition.
"Long enough to know that we love each other, Mrs. Stanhope."
"Love?" Mr. Stanhope murmured.
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It was not necessary for her to describe Charlotte. Tracy could have drawn a picture of her. Lived next door. Rich [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], with the same social background as Charles. All the best schools. Loved horses and won cups.
"Tell us about your family," Mr. Stanhope suggested.
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"Where were you born, my dear?" Mrs. Stanhope asked.
"In Louisiana. My father was a mechanic." There had been no need to add that [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but Tracy was unable to resist. To hell with them. She was proud of her father.
"A mechanic?"
"Yes. He started a small manufacturing plant in New Orleans and built it up into a fairly large company in its field. When father died five years ago, my mother took over the business"