Royce Weston knows firsthand women are exceptional liars, especially the one who has wormed her way into his family’s good graces by claiming to have amnesia. Since Paige didn’t heed his advice at the poker table, he reasons a bit of ‘friendly’ persuassion is needed to send her packing. But when she matches him trick for trick and has his ranch hands jumping to please her, Royce is thoroughly disgusted. A simpering miss she is not. Sassy and daring, if only she’d give him a reason to trust her….

Paige Morgan knows Royce Weston despises her. But on his family’s ranch, populated entirely by males, he seems to be the only one who knows about her past–a past she can’t remember. Until he tells her what he knows, she isn’t going anywhere. And if along the way she manages to tame this rough and tough cowboy, so much the better. Any girl will tell you it’s not how you play your cards, it’s the Luck of the Draw that counts.

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“Me?” he exaggerated, turning to face her. “You’re the one…” If the sight of her of her bare calf had caused his pulse to pound, the sight of her now was sure to kill him.

She stood across from him, knee-deep in the water, with a determined smile on her lips. Her arms were bare to the neck except for the narrow straps of her soaked chemise, which clung to her body and did little to conceal her breasts from his gaze.

She leaned forward to play her fingers on the water, and Royce bit his tongue as he watched a droplet of water trail down her skin to the valley between her breasts. With the sun glistening off her wet skin, his body hardened, throbbed and ached with a need that even Sandra hadn’t provoked.

“Paige,” her name was a ragged moan. “Come here.”

“Not on your life, big guy,” she teased. “You have your space and I have mine. This is the boundary.” She drew an imaginary line between them with her finger. “Whoever crosses it first loses.”

“The hell with the line,” Royce growled and dove beneath the surface. He came up in front of her and lifted her out of the water.