Blue sat at her side and looked up at her questioningly. She glanced to her left and saw the flowers she’d seen from the window. The only sound Jenny could hear was the wind whispering through the oak trees along the drive. The horses were still out in the pasture, although Minnie had returned to the gate as though she wanted to go back to the barn. With determined steps, she walked to the front door, took a deep breath, and opened it. Her stomach flipped at the thought of Victor or his men watching her. Could she risk going outside? Cole wasn’t home.
They’d look beautiful on the table with dinner. She couldn’t see any horses there, but waving in the gentle March breeze were scores of wildflowers. Across the yard was another pasture she hadn’t noticed before. While she waited for the chicken to thaw, she gazed out the kitchen window. And with all the ingredients, she was finally going to bring the dish to life here in Cole’s kitchen. Eyes closed, she’d mixed seasonings, sautéed the beef or chicken or whatever the directions called for, and at times, she’d have sworn she actually smelled the dish she was cooking.Ī recipe for chicken piccata had particularly interested her, and she’d read it so many times, she had memorized it. Hour after hour, she’d pore over the articles and recipes, even creating the dishes in the kitchen of her imagination, following step after step. But to Jenny, they’d been a tiny window onto the outside world.
Never anything with news, mind you, but magazines about home décor and cooking, issues that someone else had thumbed through and gotten tired of, always months out of date. That was before.Īfter, alone in her little room, sometimes she was given old magazines to pass the time. Her mother hadn’t much of a cook herself, preferring to pick up take-out on her way home from work. She’d always been busy with school and her friends. That should be plenty of time to prepare chicken piccata.īefore, Jenny hadn’t done a lot of cooking. Cole had said he’d be gone a couple of hours. Now that she had everything she needed, she filled the sink with water and submerged the package of frozen chicken. She had to climb onto the counter to reach it.Ĭapers! Yes! Gleefully, she pumped her fist in the air. All the way in the back, she spied a small round jar. Shoving aside all the items in the front, she leaned up on her tiptoes, straining to see what else might be in there. She surveyed everything on the counter, frowning.ĭragging a chair from the table, she climbed up and peered into the upper cabinets once more. In the fridge, she found butter, grated Parmesan, a lemon, and a partial bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. Dried would do if he didn’t have fresh parsley. There she found flour, salt, pepper, olive oil, and a small container of dried parsley. She chewed her lip thoughtfully, then opened an upper cupboard. In the kitchen, she found the chicken he’d mentioned, a package of boneless, skinless chicken breasts. She gazed again at the photos hanging in the hallway, making a mental note to ask Cole about them sometime. Also in the series: HUNTER’S PRIDE and ANNA’S HEART.Īfter Cole left, Jenny aimlessly wandered around the house. JENNY’S VOICE is the first book of the Redheads & Ranchers Series, a collection of stand-alone contemporary romance novels featuring sexy ranchers and the redheads they can’t resist. If you like your romance filled with hot cowboys, suspense, and happily-ever-afters, you’ll love JENNY’S VOICE. Should she leave before Victor finds them? Could it already be too late? When Jenny first escaped, her only thought was to get away. He’ll do his best to ignore the attraction he feels, content to help her know she’s safe with him. But the nurturer in him wants to shelter her, to protect her. She’s as skittish as some of the horses he works with, and she’s apparently mute. Cole’s stunned to find the terrified young redhead hiding in his horse trailer. When she sees her chance to escape, she takes it, hitching a ride with an unsuspecting cowboy, horse trainer Cole Caldwell. Or the beds of his more esteemed business associates. Now she’s his pet, at his mercy when he summons her to warm his bed. Jenny Stone’s voice was silenced the horrific day ruthless crime boss Victor Sorkin executed her parents in cold blood and took her as his personal good luck charm. The crime boss who will kill them both if he finds them. A traumatized young woman held hostage for years.
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