Can you ever get a second chance at your first love?
Jenna Callahan Colby thought she was content. A partner on her father's successful ranch, she is surrounded by family and friends. But she never expected to see Nate Langley back in town--the first guy she ever noticed, the one her father sent away all those years ago.
And she never thought the attraction they felt would be as strong as ever.
Jenna's cowboy has some healing of his own to do, though, after two tours of duty in the armed forces. With the help of good friends, strong faith, and a loving family, he hopes to put the horrors of the past behind him--and become the man Jenna deserves.
"A slice of American life--as current as today and as timeless as love always is. Both tender and realistic."--Lyn Cote, author, Texas Star of Destiny series
"A delightful yet realistic romance. Highly recommended, especially for returning vets and their ladies."--Gayle Roper, author, A Stranger's Wish
Sharon Gillenwater was born and raised in West Texas, and loves to write about her native state. The author of several novels, she is a member of the American Christian Fiction Writers and Romance Writers of America. When she's not writing, she and her husband enjoy spending time with their son, daughter-in-law, and adorable grandchildren.
From the Inside Flap
EXCERPT FROM CATALOG Jenna held her breath as he climbed out of the pickup and slowly walked around the front of it. Wow . . . He wasn't the six foot tall, rangy cowboy she used to know. This man was all muscle. His snug, blue, short-sleeved T-shirt emphasized his physique. She had to force herself not to stare at his broad shoulders and thick, solid arms. He moved fine, so he must not have suffered any permanent injury to his leg. A pink scar on the back of his forearm stood out against his dark tan, but it didn't seem to bother him. He crossed his arms and leaned against the truck fender with a smile, his silver-gray eyes twinkling. Jenna's heart skipped a beat. How could his eyes have gotten even more beautiful? He scanned the jack waiting near the right rear of the pickup, the tire-iron still hanging on a lug-nut, and the spare tire lying on the ground. As he brushed a strand of light sandy brown hair off his forehead, his gaze flickered to the ice cream before meeting hers. "Refueling?" She laughed and stood, walking over to meet him. "I couldn't get the tire off, and the ice cream was melting. Didn't see any sense in wasting it." Setting the carton in the truck bed, she swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. "Welcome home." Something flashed in his eyes, then he lowered his arms and straightened, taking a step closer. "Don't I get a hug?" Was his voice a little thicker? Jenna hesitated for a second, then chided herself. This was Nate, her friend. And he was home safe and sound. Quick tears stung her eyes. Thank you, Lord. "You bet."