Betting on the Cowboy. Kathleen O'Brien

      A large bird, maybe an eagle, landed somewhere high in the pines over their heads, causing the sunlight to shift as the branches swayed. For an instant, the light seemed to catch on two crystal sparkles at the outer edges of Bree’s cool blue eyes.

      Tears? Gray frowned. Was the ice princess fighting back tears?

      She blinked, then, and the illusion disappeared. But he was left with a sudden, inexplicable hunger to know her better, to find out more about her.

      A lot more.

      And...just his luck. He had only four weeks to do it.