Seth and Priscilla is the second book in the Cowboy and the Angel series. Priscilla returns home after four years of being away to encounter Seth, who does not seem to have changed in any way. He is still drop-dead gorgeous and surprisingly single. Priscilla has worked hard to put aside her feelings and avoid falling in love with himall over again. Something has changed though. She used to be able to resist Seth when he didn't take any notice of her, but now he has started to take an interest.
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"Oh Angel, quit sulking." Priscilla scolded
Angel plopped herself on the taupe suede sofa in the study while tucking a brunette strand of hair behind her ear that escaped her tight bun, and looked up at her sister who was pacing impatiently in the room while her slinky black calf length dress swirled about her elegant legs. Her eyes narrowed. All Priscilla ever thought of was herself, and although she loved her older sister, it got tiring after awhile. "I really didn't want to come. I have a paper due next week." Normally Priscilla's antics didn't affect her but she was irritated because she dragged her along to the gala at Bea Harrison's ranch. Actually she told a little lie. It had nothing to do with her paper. It wasn't because of Priscilla or because of their hostess. It was the hostess's son that made her leery and she knew he had to come tonight because his brother was coming home after a long absence.
Her sister straightened the bust of her dress drawing her disproving gaze back to her. "How are you supposed to meet a man if you never go anywhere besides work and have your nose in a book?"
Meet a man? That was easy for her to say. Priscilla was beautiful, blonde and blue eyed. She was very popular in school and still was since she graduated four years ago, whereas, Angela who was two years younger may have had the same eyes, but her hair was mousy brown and she was shorter by at least six inches and was a little chubbier compared to her sister who had a figure fit for a runway model. It worked very well for her too. She could bat her eyelashes and have practically any man fall at her feet, except Seth Harrison, and it was driving her crazy. It seemed to give her sister that obsessive streak where he was concerned and it was no secret among her friends and probably most of the townspeople that she was crazy about him. Priscilla
was quite open about things she wanted and he was one of them. Angel on the other hand had a problem controlling her heart rate around the other one.
Alex and Seth Harrison were their neighbors and along with their mother Bea, owned one of the biggest ranches in North Carolina with a stunning view of the Blue Ridge Mountains and raised Santa Gertrudis cattle. Their parents were good friends with the Harrisons even before Angel was born. It may not have been a secret that Priscilla wanted Seth, but Angel never told anyone how she felt about Alex. She couldn't. She wasn't much to talk about her feelings with anyone even her sister.
Angel always felt in her sister's shadow and tonight was a good example in the way they were dressed. Priscilla had on a designer label low neckline dress which showed off her best attributes whereas; she wore a drab blouse and an ankle length skirt. Again she would be invisible next to her. Not that she really cared, she was not as outgoing as her sister and preferred to remain invisible, and most times was quite clumsy. "I don't want a man." She finally mumbled.
Priscilla ignored her sister's comment and walked to the big bay window that overlooked the party on the back terrace around the pool while sweeping her fair hair off her shoulders, "It's exciting that Seth is coming home," she said flashing her sister a stunning smile, "I can't wait to see him. It seems like he's been gone forever".
Actually he has, thought Angel studying her sister's anxiousness. The man had left home when he was twenty to go to med school and specialize in a field. It had been eight years, except during the summer when he came home to visit. Unlike his older brother Alex, who never came home as often when he was away at Princeton which Angel found odd because she knew he loved the ranch.
However she remembered one summer when she was sixteen, they both ended up being home, and it was one of those days she came over to use the pool during a hot spell. Bea, their mother always let the girls come visit for that purpose. She said she never had any girls of her own and doted on the both of them. Angel didn't realize that they were home or she wouldn't have been swimming in their pool, and more importantly, she wouldn't have been wearing what she was wearing.
She wore a bikini and had spent the hour swimming. When she decided she had enough she got out of the pool and there stood Alex, tall dark and sinfully gorgeous. Her mouth suddenly went dry. The sun was glistening off his bronzed skin. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just khaki shorts. He never said a word and just stared at her. She began to feel more insecure with each passing second under that potent gaze of his. For all she knew he was there the whole time watching her and she didn't know it. Even though she was slightly red from being in the sun, she was sure that the full body blush she felt was completely visible to him.
She probably would have drooled if her mouth wasn't so dry or if she didn't feel so ashamed at being caught in the slinky garment. At the time she was pulling herself out of the shallow end by use of the ladder and had one foot on the poolside slate when she stopped and froze like a stone statue when she saw him.
Normally she'd wear her once piece suit, but it was dirty from swimming in the creek the day before, so she borrowed her sister's white bikini. There was no way on God's green earth she would have done such a thing if she knew Alex was going to be there. She felt as though she was a little ,,chunky' compared to Priscilla and she didn't care if Bea or Prissy saw her wearing her sisters bikini, however Alex was the last person she'd want to