EVERYONE ASKED HIM WHEN HE PLANNED TO FIND A GOOD WOMAN. MAYBE SHE'D JUST WALKED IN THE DOOR.

Quito Perez did not know what to make of it. There he was, minding his own business when who should stroll in but Clementine Jones. She looked as stunning as ever–blue eyes, long blond hair, expensive jewelry–and as out of place as a kitten in a cattle yard.

Catching sight of him in the restaurant sent Clementine into shock. His mahogany skin, flinty Navajo gaze and quiet voice brought back searing memories that made her burn with desire. Now she understood why she’d returned to Aztec. First she had to convince the sheriff that she was no longer the flighty, immature girl who had walked out on him years ago. Then she had to steal back his heart.