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Sunny's picture smiling from the covers.
    After so many years of handling. Sunny's correspondence Sarah could sign Sunny's name better than Sunny herself, but still she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at deceiving this honest, friendly couple who were making her feel so welcome in their home. She had not considered this part of the deception when she had agreed to become Sunny. Everyone who met her this week would, it was to be hoped, assume she was Sunny. But all those people would be victims of a hoax, a fact of which Sarah, with her naturally honest nature, was none too proud. But it was too late now. She was into this too deeply to turn back, so she would just have to concentrate on the benefits of this plan and try not to think about its bad aspects.
    Marie adamantly refused Sarah's offer to help with the breakfast dishes and pushed her outside onto the front porch to relax and enjoy the fresh, cool country air. A large weathered wooden swing hung invitingly from one end of the porch that wrapped around the front and one side of the old farmhouse, and Sarah settled comfortably on the bright yellow cushions. Idly she swung back and forth while the men talked ranching, a seemingly endless s ubject.
    This was the life she was meant to lead; she was not really comfortable with the noisy insincerity she had lived with every day for the last seven years. As soon as she got home, she vowed, she would check her savings and investigate the possibility of buying herself a small farm on which to raise horses, cows, chickens, and children . . . not necessarily in that order. Her eyes involuntarily focused on Tyler as he sat on an old cane-back rocker, one powerful leg crossed at the ankle over the other kne e, his hat perched on his lap.
    He looked incredibly attractive, dressed in a navy blue western shirt and form-fitting jeans that hugged his slim hips and emphasized the well-developed muscles of his long legs. The morning sun glistened on his coal-black hair as it fell careles sly across his broad forehead.
    Abruptly Sarah sat up straight, almost upsetting her balance on the swing as she realized with alarm that her train of thought had leapt almost instantaneously from her future and children to Tyler. It was absolutely necessary for her to stop these musings at once. Nothing would complicate this masquerade more than, God forbid, her becoming romantically involved with this man or anyone else she met this week. She must remain detached and keep her cool because there could be no future in any relationship that began while s he was pretending to be Sunny.
    Shouts and laughter from the approaching trail riders interrupted her thoughts, and she welcomed the intrusion and watched expectantly as hundreds of riders and wagons slowly moved into view. The main body of the group continued to ride by the Millers' ranch without stopping. Only about a dozen riders detached themselves from the impromptu parade to approach the house.
    Tyler stood up to greet them, and Sunny followed his lead, gratefully accepting the security his solid presence offered. As if sensing her apprehension, he looked down at her, a small smile warming his eyes. A tingle raced down her spine as his arm circled her slim waist in what she tried to dismiss as a protective gesture. It was probably meant as a display for that nearing riders, but whatever the reason, she was very aware of his nearness, which mysteriously jumbled her normally sensible thoughts. She must remember that this was just a temporary job and accept things at face value without looking for any deeper meanings. There coul d be none, especially for her.
    "Hey, boss," one of the men called, "you been piggin' out on Marie's biscuits again? We had to eat ol' Jed's cooking, and you know what he can do to an egg . . . and it ain't always polite."
    "Yeah, some guys have all the luck," another rider snorted good-humoredly. But with that remark all thoughts shifted from food to the delicious-l