Kathleen Witte is a down-to-earth girl. She has to be, with the family ranch on the verge of success. After seven months of keeping it all together by swearing off men, however, Kathleen needs a bit of fun in the sun. Waking up with a husband she can’t remember isn’t how she planned to blow off steam.
The last thing Jackson Taylor wants in his life is a down-to-earth girl. He has four weeks of freedom in which to find his birth mother. He’s done well avoiding commitment until now, so when he wakes up on a Mexican beach with Kathleen his first reaction is curiosity. When he spies the matching wedding rings on their left hands curiosity turns to concern.
Neither Jackson nor Kathleen want to stay married, but when her family shows up, they have no choice. Once back in Texas, however, can they keep this all-business marriage from turning into an all-consuming love?
"I found my pants. You can come out now."
No sound from inside the cabana. This was getting ridiculous. She wasn't an eighteen-year-old virgin any longer; she had to have seen a naked man once or twice.
"Look, why don't I just slip inside and call a cab?"
"That would probably be best,"she said through the door. So she wasn't coming out. He leaned a shoulder against the doorjamb and knocked again, curiously reluctant to leave. Which had to be the stupidest move he had made thus far.
Being drunk enough not to notice a wedding ring was one thing, hanging around the married lady after finding out about the husband was quite another. Not that he had seen any evidence of a husband. This made the whole morning even more surreal.
Kathleen hadn't said anything about him, come to think of it. She didn't seem in a hurry to get rid of him, or curious about where said husband was. What was that about?
"What?" She sounded annoyed.
Jackson grinned. He wanted to ask about the ring, her husband, how they wound up naked on the beach this morning. He didn't ask any of these things, however, settling instead for, "Where's the nearest phone?"
He thought he heard a sigh from theother side of the door, but couldn't be sure.
"Through the lanai doors, downthe hall to the right there is an alcove with a phone." She mumbled something that sounded like, "Do not pass go, do not collect $200".