A sad situation for a western state with precious few architectural treasures in the first place. Hence, many historic buildings were lost to the blade of a bulldozer or tumbled by a wrecking ball. New construction of steel frame structures was easier, cheaper, faster and more efficient. She’d always wondered why no one had renovated the stalwart stone building-an answer she was now learning firsthand. For the last thirty years it’d sat empty. During the course of its existence, it’d housed the post office and an attorney’s office. Restless, she wandered through the main floor of the century-old building, originally Moorcroft’s first general store.

God knew if the decision were based on hard work, dedication, knowledge and drive, she’d be golden. Now that her dream of giving back to the community-filling a need for rural healthcare-was within her grasp, would this mysterious man help smooth a path to success? Or would he trip her up? She wasn’t looking for kudos or glory, just a place where she could do what she loved, help people heal close to home-close to their families. Heck, she’d chosen her career because she was good at those things. She derived great joy from helping people. She took pride in her ability to connect with people from all walks of life. A proud member of the Wyoming community she’d grown up in and hoped to grow old in. On the personal side: she was a loving daughter, a dedicated sister, a loyal friend, an involved aunt. She’d done everything right on the business front: secured the funding and found the building to further the cause she believed in. There were a hundred reasons why good fortune should finally smile on her. Not that she was opposed to flashing her cleavage to get a leg up in this situation. Using her stubbornness to get her way, not her feminine wiles. Even with five older brothers, and a dozen older male cousins, she’d always been the queen bee. No man ever had that much power over Keely McKay. A man who held her entire future in his hands.Īnd that absolutely chapped her ass, sucked balls and blew donkey dick. Given her erratic physical reactions, one would believe she was facing the hangman’s noose. She’d clenched her jaw hard enough to make her earlobes sting. Frogs jumped in her stomach and were stuck in her throat. Not only that, her fingers hurt from continually cracking her knuckles. In the last twenty-three minutes and forty-two seconds she’d chewed her bottom lip to the point she tasted blood beneath the cherry-flavored lip gloss. Well, at least she hadn’t shrieked like a scream queen from some cheesy slasher flick. Keely McKay’s lucky cowgirl boots kicked up clouds of dust as she paced across the wooden plank floor.Ī mouse skittered in front of her and she jumped like a scalded cat.

All jacked up by lorelei james