On his shirt pocket, a silver star in a circle glittered in the sunlight.

His long, powerful legs were encased in gray slacks, his feet in gray hand-tooled boots. His neat long-sleeved white cotton shirt was fastened with a turquoise bola tie. He was wearing a cream-colored Stetson, jerked down over his eyes. Anybody know who he is?Ĭurious, Christabel turned around to see a tall, darkly handsome man walk gracefully across the lawn toward them. Hubba, hubba, she said with a wicked grin, wiggling her eyebrows. Teresa, another classmate, was also staring. Well! I know what I want for Christmas, she said in a loud whisper. It was a long, dull Monday morning.ĭebbie, a girl in her computer class, was suddenly staring past Christabel toward the parking lot. She moved the strands away, her big, warm brown eyes amused at something one of the students with her was saying about a classmate. The faint breeze caught her long blond hair in her pretty bow-shaped mouth, against her wide forehead and high cheekbones. The top outlined her small, firm breasts and the jeans clung lovingly to every softly rounded line of her young body. Christabel Gaines was wearing a low-cut white top with faded blue jeans, a book bag slung casually over one shoulder.

Lawless by diana palmer