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Table of Contents

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Title Page
Copyright Page
A FAMILY KIND OF GUY

Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen

A FAMILY KIND OF GAL

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue

A FAMILY KIND OF WEDDING

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue

A FAMILY KIND OF GUY

The books in the FOREVER FAMILY miniseries are dedicated to my family, those who are living and those who have passed on. I was lucky enough to have lived an enchanted childhood thanks to my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and sister. My adulthood has been blessed with two incredible sons, a fabulous niece, three great nephews, and a host of new members. Thank you all!

Prologue

Bittersweet, Oregon
Ten years past

She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes upon and she was mad. Mad as hell. At him. He had the sting of her slap to remind him. “Just listen—”

“You listen, Mason, okay? I love you and I don’t want to. That’s the bottom line.”

Blue eyes snapped furiously above cheeks that were flushed in anger. One fist clutched the reins of her intended mount’s bridle, the other hand looked as if it itched to slap him again.

“You don’t.”

Thin lips compressed and she hooked a thumb at her chest. “Don’t tell me what to feel, okay? Or what to say or do. Got it?”

“Yes, princess.”

She stiffened. “And don’t ever, ever, call me that again.” She stepped forward a bit, dragging the pinto’s head with her. “And get this straight, okay? You can’t tell me what to do, Lafferty,” she said in a voice that reminded him he was but a hired hand and she was, in fact, “the princess”—the daughter of his millionaire boss. “Don’t even try.” She placed one small, booted foot in the stirrup and hoisted herself into the saddle, then yanked on the reins. “A-di-os.” The horse whirled before Mason had time to take hold of the reins.

“Bliss, come on. Don’t be a fool.”