She hated molasses-paced Moonglow, Texas. She hated her new homespun identity. And she didn't know whether to strangle or kiss the handsome Hawaiian-shirt-clad handyman who ruined more than he repaired. But for all that "Molly Hansen" missed her old life, making memories with Dan Shackelford didn't seem so bad....
Sure, his sudden return home had the gossips talking and the women flocking. But Dan seemed interested in her alone...something that both terrified and titillated her. Because she was no dummy, and Dan was no Mr. Fix-It. Was he the enemy she'd gone underground to avoid? Or was he the man who would make it possible to love Moonglow and being Molly—so long as he was part of the package?