“Alexis, what are you thinking?”
Jace asked softly.
“I’m thinking about the kind of man you are,” she replied.
Surprise flickered in his eyes. “What kind of man am I?”
“I…I think you’re hard. And honest.”
“I hope so. Anything else?”
She swallowed. “You like your life here and would never want to leave.”
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “That’s right. My life is here.”
She had no idea where these thoughts and questions were coming from, but she went on. “Did you like being alone all the time? Because I know what it’s like to live in a big place and to be lonely….”
“Do you, Alexis? I’m sorry.” He raised his hand to touch her cheek. He ran his finger along her velvety skin. “Being lonely is hell. Have you been lonely since you came to Sleepy River?”
She looked into his steady dark eyes. “Not recently…”
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PATRICIA FORSYTHE
admits that she’s a lifelong daydreamer who has always enjoyed spinning stories in her head. She grew up in a copper mining town in Arizona, which was a true adventure because of the interesting characters who inhabited the place. During the years when she was going to college, earning her degree, teaching school, marrying and raising four children, those characters were in her mind. She wanted to put them in a book, but it wasn’t until she discovered romance novels with their emotional content and satisfying resolutions that she found a home for those characters.
Patricia still lives in Arizona with her family and pets and continues to spin stories about interesting places and compelling characters.
Contents
Chapter One
Her Most Serene Royal Highness Princess Alexis Mary Charlotte of the House of Chastain and the principality of Inbourg ran out of pavement and hope at exactly the same moment.
Dumbfounded, she stared over the hood of the compact car. Where had the road gone? She had been following this dratted ribbon of asphalt through Arizona’s White Mountains for hours now. It seemed like days. She’d seen nothing but trees, though she wouldn’t have been surprised to come upon the last remains of a hapless traveler propped against the base of a pine tree, his bony fingers holding a sign reading Abandon All Hope.
She sighed, leaned forward over the steering wheel and peered into the darkness.
Even after she had left the highway and turned off onto this side road, everything had seemed all right. She’d been sure that all she had to do was continue following it. Things would be fine once she reached Sleepy River. She’d been repeating it like a mantra since early that morning.
However, a few minutes ago, clouds had drifted in to cover the moon and these woods were desperately dark without its glow. This section of tall, dark pines was hardly ablaze with streetlights.
Squinting into the night, she tried to see something; a road sign, a blazed trail, a friendly native, anything around her besides trees, trees, and more trees.
She had long since left Morenci, the last town, far behind and she knew she couldn’t turn back. Wherever she was, she knew she was closer to Sleepy River than she was to Morenci, so she might as well keep going. She gripped the steering wheel and lifted herself up to gaze forlornly