He heard a footstep on the terrace and turned to face
an angel.
The angel’s blond hair framed her heart-shaped face in golden curls. Her dress was snow white. It had off-the-shoulder sleeves made with what his grandmother called eyelet and a turquoise sash that tied in a big bow in the back. The tiered, full skirt ended right at her knees. She wore a pair of simple, white thong sandals.
The angel’s blond hair framed her heart-shaped face in golden curls. Her dress was snow white. It had off-the-shoulder sleeves made with what his grandmother called eyelet and a turquoise sash that tied in a big bow in the back. The tiered, full skirt ended right at her knees. She wore a pair of simple, white thong sandals.
“Aimee . . .” Cade’s voice failed him. He’d seen her in jeans
and shorts, and he’d seen her in a bathing suit and a nineteenth-
century dress, but nothing had prepared him for this vision. “You
look beautiful,” he finally croaked.
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Aimee Sherwood never dreamed that following her fiancé into the witness protection pro-gram would land her in a haunted house in a town that’s downright creepy. She’d have laughed if she had been told the guy who lives down the road might be her soul mate, not the man whose ring she’s wearing. Life in West Virginia is nothing like life in Los Angeles, but between bean ball battles with Marilyn Monroe, remodeling a crumbling farmhouse, and starting a new online business, life in the country is anything but boring.
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