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Third Time Lucky
Third Time Lucky
Third Time Lucky
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Third Time Lucky

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Dane Dalton was proud to be a rancher. He loved to work the land his family had owned for generations in his hometown of Red Rock, Texas. He'd never wanted anything else…except Charlene Kelley.

But Charlene didn't want to be a rancher's wife: she was a fashion designer. While Dane reveled in dirt and sweat and flannel, she adored lace and beads and sparkle. Charlene believed she and Dane were too different, and she'd turned him down flat. Twice. Dane was a proud man, but he was also stubborn. He'd loved Charlene all his life, and he wasn't going to let her just walk away from what they shared….

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Release dateJun 1, 2014
ISBN9781488740183
Third Time Lucky
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Allison Leigh

A frequent name on bestseller lists, Allison Leigh's highpoint as a writer is hearing from readers that they laughed, cried or lost sleep while reading her books.  She’s blessed with an immensely patient family who doesn’t mind (much) her time spent at her computer and who gives her the kind of love she wants her readers to share in every page.  Stay in touch at  www.allisonleigh.com and @allisonleighbks.

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    Third Time Lucky - Allison Leigh

    Chapter One

    It’s going to be the most rockin’ wedding gown ever.

    Charlene Kelley smiled at the reverent tone in her sales assistant’s voice. Meredith was ten years younger than Charlene’s own thirty and had been the first person she’d hired after opening Charlene’s two years earlier. And the young redhead thought everything inside the downtown Red Rock boutique was rockin’.

    It’s turning out nicely, Charlene agreed.

    Meredith rolled her eyes. That’s like saying the Fortune family is mildly successful. Then she grinned and ran a fingertip lightly down the skirt of the gown. Emily Fortune was smart to have you design her gown. She could have gone anywhere. But she chose you.

    And Charlene was still having a hard time believing it. Who knew that by finally coming home to Red Rock she’d find the sort of success in Texas that had eluded her for ten years in California?

    The tinkle of the crystal bell hanging above the entrance to the boutique warned them that another customer had come in, and Meredith promptly headed out of the workroom.

    Leaving Meredith to deal with the customer, Charlene leaned back against her sewing table and studied the gown draped around a dressmaker form. It really was beautiful.

    The silk was imported; the cut was divine. And even unfinished as it was, she knew the gown would be a triumph. When it made its appearance at the church on New Year’s Eve—just two weeks from now—it would be the culmination of months of designing, planning, fitting.

    Too bad she wasn’t the bride wearing it.

    She shook her head. The only reason that particular thought kept creeping into her head was because she’d been working so hard on Emily Fortune’s wedding gown.

    It was a convenient excuse, if nothing else.

    She rubbed her tired eyes, then studied the sweep of white silk with a critical eye. The embroidery embellishing the skirt and bodice was nearly done. The design was subtle; only someone looking closely beyond the shimmer of delicate crystals would see that the pattern resembled daisies. Sophistication flowed from the gown, yet that daisy element added the perfect touch of vulnerability. The gown would suit Emily to perfection.

    The front bell jangled again, breaking her reverie. Before the gown could suit Emily, Charlene had to actually finish it.

    She straightened, flexing fingers that were stiff from the hours already spent stitching that afternoon, and went to the supply shelves. She needed a fresh embroidery needle and she was just ready to tuck the thin, sharp needle into the pin cushion wrapped around her wrist when she heard a deep voice from the direction of the front of the shop. A deep, painfully familiar male voice.

    Her fingers closed spasmodically around the needle and her knees turned to water. She actually had to lean against the desk for support.

    Six months. The thought screamed through her mind. She’d known Dane Dalton all of her life, but she hadn’t heard his voice in six months.

    Not since the evening he’d asked her to marry him.

    And she’d said no.

    Chapter Two

    If she hid out here in the back room, Charlene wouldn’t have to see him.

    She would just let her petite, stylish salesgirl attend to Dane.

    But alarm followed on the heels of her cowardice, and she edged closer to the doorway leading to the front of the shop. What disaster had prompted him to step foot in Charlene’s?

    Dane Dalton was six-foot, two-inches of male who thought mucking out horse stalls and castrating calves was just this side of heaven. Even before she’d broken things off with him, he’d rarely come to the shop. He’d told her more than once that he felt like a bull in a china shop being around all the feminine frippery.

    And then there was no more time for her to worry because the man himself stepped into the doorway, catching her hovering there.

    Familiar coffee-brown eyes stared down at her, narrowing. Hiding, Leenie?

    The nickname jolted her. Only Dane had ever called her that. She cleared her throat and waved at the elaborate wedding gown consuming a good portion of the space in her small work room.

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