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Besides falling into mutual admiration and maybe even into love, Wildlife photographer, Abby Neycomb and wealthy, Adam Rawlings, agree on one thing. Environmental work is both exciting and important. While capturing shots of mating/nesting birds in middle Florida, Abby is surprised to find herself with urges toward nesting herself. She is stunned when she finds the body of a local town councilman and is apprehensive when the sheriff asks for her assistance in finding the killer. She is even more surprised at the warm support of the local townspeople and the friendships they offer. Could Abby give up her life as a roving photographer to settle down as the mate of native son? Is her love strong enough to carry her through to a fairy tale ending, or will she end up like the tiny sandpipers running along the shore, evermore flirting with but never diving directly into the waves.
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The uniformed park ranger with a decidedly masculine voice questioned, "Why are you in this restricted area, miss?"
Abby sat up and brushed the clinging grains of sand from her bare legs and hiking shorts. Her hands reached in a futile gesture to tidy loose curls blowing wildly in the gusty March winds. She fiddled more as she stalled for an excuse. She wondered briefly if he would believe she came here out of ignorance, then decided regretfully not.
"I'm photographing the crane chicks," she admitted. "Okay, I knew it was restricted, but I was very careful not to disturb them. Honest, they never knew I was here."
The too-good-looking-for-his-own-good, giant Florida State Park Ranger rubbed his jaw while he gazed down at her. Looking up at him Abby wondered if he would mind if she shot a few poses. Her fingers itched to grab her camera. He would make a very good subject to study in her spare time -- long tanned fingers, sturdy long legs. Definitely eye candy. She wondered how he felt about posing for calendars. She sized him up and decided she could get very artistic with this man wearing a uniform. Who doesn't love a man in a uniform?
Feeling a bit giddy both with tiredness and a kicked-back sense of humor, Abby tried to revise her thinking to a more serious vein. Probably not the best time to ask favors, she thought.
Busted in Birdland. Still... what a calendar he would make with that uniform, that smile, those shoulders. She stifled a sigh of pure visual pleasure.
You had better stop it, Miss Smarty. He has the authority to fine and kick you out of the park permanently if he so chooses. Wow! Love a uniformed hunk!
Stoppit!
She stifled a giggle which was riotously rolling around deep inside her, threatening to break out. He continued to loom, gazing down at her while she fidgeted in her warm nest of sand. Surrounding them, the sporadic wind blew the smell of something baking in the sun. With her face turned upward and her eyes half-closed against the glare, she awaited her fate. She offered a weak smile while trying to bring into focus his face which was backlit by the bright sunlight. It couldn't hurt, she thought, and tried for puppy dog eyes pleading for mercy.
"Leave this area, and I'll forget your lapse of good manners -- this time. Don't let me catch you trespassing on restricted lands again. This is a nature preserve. Visitors may not wander about -- especially during nesting season," he added giving her a stern look. "And that goes for well-meaning, good-looking, lady photographers as well."
"Ms. Lane’s words flow smoothly and the romance between her two main characters, Abby and Adam, is slow and sweet... The author emphasizes her characters' personal strengths as they deal with this danger. They don’t flinch; they try to figure out who the killer is. Abby and Adam stick together and it makes it harder to ignore their attraction to each other... Why not grab a copy of this and have a nice beach read?"
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