Moon Showers — Laura Phillips

"FRANKLY, MY DEAR..."

Sam Langford had just returned from a Civil War reenactment when he noticed the signs of life at the mansion across the road. As caretaker of the historic property, Sam grabbed his rifle and set out to catch the intruder. But inside the house, he began to have his doubts. Could this be the thief - this vision with short brown hair and shimmering gray eyes?

It was like a scene out of a Civil War movie. Hilary Neill was crossing the hall of the antebellum mansion when a soldier dressed in Union blues dashed up the stairs - and aimed his rifle at her! After a scuffle on the stairs, Hilary convinced the man that she was not a burglar, but the new owner of Neill House.

Soon after she'd learned of her inheritance, Hilary had caught a flight from Chicago to survey the Missouri home of her great-uncle. A city girl, she had neither the money nor the inclination to maintain Neill House. But the Missouri prairie quickly won her heart. Who could resist the country fields drenched by sunlight each day, showered by moonlight at night? Had she found a home at last-or did this feeling have something to do with Sam Langford, the gorgeous man next door?