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Wedding gown blues--meeting Coop again after twelve long years…
“No, Muffy! No. Come back! Muffy, Muffy.” The little tyrant didn’t hesitate, not even for a second. By the time Taylor made it to the door, the pup was zipping down the street. Taylor had no choice. She didn’t have a second to spare as Julie’s words echoed in her ears. When she takes off, she’s too excited to know where the heck she is. Taylor couldn’t lose Muffy or heaven forbid, have something happen to her. She lifted the hem of her dress, and flew down the steps, racing as fast as her legs and French taffeta would let her. Luckily the dog was in sight, but she didn’t know for how long, Muffy was lengthening her lead. “Stop Muffy! Stop!” The dog raced in the opposite direction of town, to where the street became a country road. Her heart pounded, her breath came in short quick spurts. She was losing ground. The dog was getting away. She picked up her pace, fighting dirt clods and hopping over potholes in the road. Just then, a shiny red pick-up truck came up behind her. She untangled the veil from her face as the truck slowed and she glanced into the cab, hoping for a miracle. And found a handsome, Stetson-wearing man, checking her out from the very top of her lace veil to the hand-stitched hem of her skirt, and everywhere in between. He did a double take, then his lips lifted in a definite smirk. If she wasn’t entirely certain who the blue-eyed guy was, the logo on the side door gave it away. Cooper Construction. Shoot. Her heart did a little flip and her throat locked up good and tight. Ryan “Coop” Cooper was so not her miracle. Yet he looked better than her own crazy daydreams. “Hey Taylor,” he drawled slow and easy like. “What poor guy are you running away from this time?”
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