`For God's sake, stop fighting me, Rowan!' he groaned throatily against her quivering lips. Ì love you!'
Rowan shook her head disbelievingly, and drawing back, whirled out of his arms, her eyes filling with hot salty tears. `You don't love me! You just want to make love to me!' she charged anguishedly.
`I won't deny that,' Fraser owned huskily behind her, and gathering her back against him, parted her hair in order to press his mouth to the sensitive nape of her neck, sending shivers of arousal speeding down her spine. `But if I thought you'd stand still long enough to listen, I'd ask you to marry me.' His lips sought her neck again, his arms tightening about her convulsively. `Because I do love you, honey. Oh, God, do I!
Ok, nothing special
Rowan's friend falls for a rich guy whose male cousin deeply objects and calls both penniless girls gold-diggers. Rowan agrees to sidetrack him for one evening. It doesn't go the way she's imagined. The cousin kisses her but stays completely unmoved.
The only good news - he allows both girls to work at his farm.