FIO, THE ROMANCE WRITER

 It's getting darker and darker outside and Fiorella has no time to jiggle her brain and come up with a new topic so she'll give you a few juicy pages from one of her romance books:

Moira drove up to the intersection, caught a green light for once, and took a right.

Halfway up the driveway, the car in front of her slowed down as it approached a break in the evergreen thicket, then turned into BUY-GET-5-FREE.

Moira did a double take. In the dark, when Rafe had parked in the clearing to state his case, the scene had looked like a Maurice Sendak jungle, but in the bright afternoon sunlight, it looked more like a Norman Rockwell slice of America. A string of lights outlined the lot, two RVs, and a Porta-Potty were packed under the trees in the back of the lot, and several customers were lined up at the sales counter. Apparently, Bosque Bend celebrated Halloween with a big bang.

Astrid wove her hair into a long braid and tossed it over her shouldeer.

"How much farther?"

"Just a couple more miles. Watch for Colby Road on the left. It may be hard to see."

Actually. the road was clearly marked, and after another mile, Moira turned into the entrance to the C Bar M Ranch.

 Every bit of moisture in her mouth dried up.

Calm down, Moira. This is just a courtesy visit to your bosses' home. Well, also to a guy who'd propositioned her the first day they met, who made her blood run hot and her mouth go dry whenever she thought of him, which was way too often.

The outside of the house was faced with a hard-surfaced material that had the look of sun-baked adobe, while large, dark windows and long, iron-railed balconies punctuated its smooth lines and rounded corners. Four wide steps led up to the covered porch that stretched the width of the house and several oversized urns of purple caladiums sat on either side of the giant front door.

 And Rafe, Mr. Cool, was sitting upfront, waiting for them.....😊

You can probably write the rest of the story yourself 😊😊😊😊😊😊