Bachelor of the MonthâTravis Holt. Sweet-talkin' cowboy, easy on the eyes, has his hands full running a ranch. Looking for the motherly type to raise three little girls good and proper. He's got a sound body, a sound mind and a good heart, and would expect the same.
Travis could have strangled his foreman, Gus, for placing that ad, but the damage was done. Delectable Eve Reardon was on the doorstep, babe in arms, looking to be his wife. Or at least looking for the roof over her head and three squares Gus had promised. He couldn't have refused her even if he hadn't needed someone for the girls. Eve did something to his insidesâand other partsâthat brought home the fact that a man needed a womanâŚall for himself.
Bachelor of the MonthâTravis Holt. Sweet-talkin' cowboy, easy on the eyes, has his hands full running a ranch. Looking for the motherly type to raise three little girls good and proper. He's got a sound body, a sound mind and a good heart, and would expect the same.
Travis could have strangled his foreman, Gus, for placing that ad, but the damage was done. Delectable Eve Reardon was on the doorstep, babe in arms, looking to be his wife. Or at least looking for the roof over her head and three squares Gus had promised. He couldn't have refused her even if he hadn't needed someone for the girls. Eve did something to his insidesâand other partsâthat brought home the fact that a man needed a womanâŚall for himself.