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Loving Luke -- Jenny Andersen

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Loving Luke

Luke Stone has spent ten years in prison for someone else’s crime. The last thing he wants when he gets out is to return to the town whose people falsely accused him, but a man with no possessions, no home, and no future has little choice.

Hannah Bluefield has loved Luke all her life, but he doesn’t know it. She knows he's innocent, and his parole is a godsend. Luke needs a job. Her struggling ranch needs a strong back. And Hannah needs to know if she’ll ever mean as much to him as he does to her.

Luke wants desperately to leave Stone’s Crossing, but he can’t resist his attraction to Hannah. Can he put aside his past and let himself care for her, or will the pull of freedom be too much?

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“There’s a problem, Luke,” Hannah said.

“I’ve been talking to an attorney. One of the parole board members is waffling at letting you live in an isolated location with a single woman. I don’t know if the others will feel the same, but if one is against it...”

It wouldn’t do a bit of good for him to say he hadn’t killed Chrissy. Everyone in here claimed to be innocent. And even if he were guilty, he’d never hurt Hannah. “Now what?” he asked.

She fidgeted in her seat. “Well, how badly do you want to get out of here?”

“If you’re planning to send me a cake with a file in it, I have to tell you it won’t work.” He laughed at the thought of honest-as-the-day-is-long little Hannah Bluefield breaking him out of prison, and the laugh surprised him. He thought he’d forgotten how.

Her chest heaved with fast, nervous breaths. “If you’re willing to work for me, I think there’s a way.”

In spite of his certainty that he’d never get tangled up with a woman again, he eyed the rise and fall of her breasts with interest. Little Hannah Bluefield had certainly grown up.

“We could get married,” she said.

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