The wagons went West--without her; but nothing could stop Victoria from pursuing her "great adventure. " not even a reprobate like Logan, whose lazy-lidded gaze and lopsided grin dared her to do things that should have made her blush--but didn't!
The minute Victoria Amory let him out of the stockade, Logan Youngblood knew he was looking at trouble with a capital T. This boston-bred bluestocking had hair that glistened like an autumn leaf and eyes so bright, they shamed the sun out of the sky. Yep. She was Trouble--of the marrying kind!
The minute Victoria Amory let him out of the stockade, Logan Youngblood knew he was looking at trouble with a capital T. This boston-bred bluestocking had hair that glistened like an autumn leaf and eyes so bright, they shamed the sun out of the sky. Yep. She was Trouble--of the marrying kind!
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