“How could he convince her to join him and hitch her buggy to a star when she was bound and determined to hitch it to a sodbuster's plow?”

“When she squeezed his arm and told him she had two pies in her buggy, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven.”

“Never again could he see a dogwood blossom or eat a fish without thinking of her.”

“Coyness wasn't the only thing Ardetta had been aggressive about and he'd had to summon up all his southern chivalry to turn her down gently. When he'd relented and obliged her with a kiss, she'd been on him like ugly on an ape. He'd narrowly escaped her clutches with his honor intact.”

“He snorted and his long face informed her he was still as grumpy as a woodpecker with a headache.”

“I have plans for my life and they don't include taking time out to break my back busting virgin sod with a flimsy plow.”

“This time he jerked the appendage from her soft lap and tucked it under his leg, Indian fashion.”