As James Farraday rode past on his polo pony, Anne Kitteridge sighed. The man was impossibly handsome, with Robert Redford's jaw, Cary Grant's smile, and a delectably muscled body that would make any woman melt! She'd known him all her life, had once made a fool of herself over him, and now... read more
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