TO ARMS John Mason knew better than to make a wager with a lady. Ladies, he'd learned, didn't play fair. But the chance to win a date with the sultry Southern belle perched daintily in the county fair's dunking booth made the bet worth taking.
Experience had taught Laurel Drew harsh lessons about hard-living macho types like the big blond Yankee with the good throwing arm. Pity that didn't still the drumroll vibrating through her body at his touch.
The verbal sparks that flew between them threatened to start another Civil War. But John had a few battle tactics he hoped might warm the sudden chill in the air -- AND provide some much needed Southern comfort.