Chelsey Star groaned when she spotted the shattered windshield of the blue Ferrari, her joy at hitting a home run suddenly evaporating. How would she ever pay for it, and how could she face its owner? When Mitch Brannon jogged over, his tanned, rugged body glistening, she froze. Then, patting her huge Great Dane for moral support, she made her case so convincingly that Mitch was captivated, insisting on driving her home, and determined to become her lover. Chelsey had always hoped that a fairytale hero like Mitch would want to make her his, but would the man she was learning to love be willing to wait for his princess to come to his arms?
