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  Southern Nights

  The Americana Series: Florida

  Janet Dailey

  Janet Dailey's Americana Series

  Dangerous Masquerade (Alabama)

  Northern Magic (Alaska)

  Sonora Sundown (Arizona)

  Valley Of the Vapours (Arkansas)

  Fire And Ice (California)

  After the Storm (Colorado)

  Difficult Decision (Connecticut)

  The Matchmakers (Delaware)

  Southern Nights (Florida)

  Night Of The Cotillion (Georgia)

  Kona Winds (Hawaii)

  The Travelling Kind (Idaho)

  A Lyon's Share (Illinois)

  The Indy Man (Indiana)

  The Homeplace (Iowa)

  The Mating Season (Kansas)

  Bluegrass King (Kentucky)

  The Bride Of The Delta Queen (Louisiana)

  Summer Mahogany (Maine)

  Bed Of Grass (Maryland)

  That Boston Man (Massachusetts)

  Enemy In Camp (Michigan)

  Giant Of Mesabi (Minnesota)

  A Tradition Of Pride (Mississippi)

  Show Me (Missouri)

  Big Sky Country (Montana)

  Boss Man From Ogallala (Nebraska)

  Reilly's Woman (Nevada)

  Heart Of Stone (New Hampshire)

  One Of The Boys (New Jersey)

  Land Of Enchantment (New Mexico)

  Beware Of The Stranger (New York)

  That Carolina Summer (North Carolina)

  Lord Of the High Lonesome (North Dakota)

  The Widow And The Wastrel (Ohio)

  Six White Horses (Oklahoma)

  To Tell The Truth (Oregon)

  The Thawing Of Mara (Pennsylvania)

  Strange Bedfellow (Rhode Island)

  Low Country Liar (South Carolina)

  Dakota Dreamin' (South Dakota)

  Sentimental Journey (Tennessee)

  Savage Land (Texas)

  A Land Called Deseret (Utah)

  Green Mountain Man (Vermont)

  Tidewater Lover (Virginia)

  For Mike's Sake (Washington)

  Wild And Wonderful (West Virginia)

  With A Little Luck (Wisconsin)

  Darling Jenny (Wyoming)

  Other Janet Dailey Titles You Might Enjoy

  American Dreams

  Aspen Gold

  Fiesta San Antonio

  For Bitter Or Worse

  The Great Alone

  Heiress

  The Ivory Cane

  Legacies

  Masquerade

  The Master Fiddler

  No Quarter Asked

  Rivals

  Something Extra

  Sweet Promise

  Tangled Vines

  Introduction

  Introducing JANET DAILEY AMERICANA. Every novel in this collection is your passport to a romantic tour of the United States through time-honored favorites by America's First Lady of romance fiction. Each of the fifty novels is set in a different state, researched by Janet and her husband, Bill. For the Daileys it was an odyssey of discovery. For you, it's the journey of a lifetime.

  Preface

  When I first started writing back in the Seventies, my husband Bill and I were retired and traveling all over the States with our home—a 34' travel trailer—in tow. That's when Bill came up with the great idea of my writing a romance novel set in each one of our fifty states. It was an idea I ultimately accomplished before switching to mainstream fiction and hitting all the international bestseller lists.

  As we were preparing to reissue these early titles, I initially planned to update them all—modernize them, so to speak, and bring them into the new high-tech age. Then I realized I couldn't do that successfully any more than I could take a dress from the Seventies and redesign it into one that would look as if it were made yesterday. That's when I saw that the true charm of these novels is their look back on another time and another age. Over the years, they have become historical novels, however recent the history. When you read them yourself, I know you will feel the same.

  So, enjoy, and happy reading to all!

  Chapter One

  THE TRAFFIC HAD THINNED since Miami was left behind, enabling Todd Gaynor to relax behind the wheel. Barbara slid closer to him and he obligingly curved an arm around her shoulders to nestle her against his side. His hand affectionately rumpled the short curls of her black silk hair.

  Taking his eyes from the highway long enough to glance at the head resting on his shoulder, he queried, "Tired?"

  "Mmm." It was a soft, negative sound. Through half-closed lashes Barbara saw the late-afternoon sunlight glinting off the waters of Lake Okeechobee.

  "Nervous?" Todd pressed a light kiss against her hair.

  "A little," she admitted. It was difficult to be too nervous. Todd was her rock. With him she felt safe and protected, not dangling on the edge of a precipice about to take a nasty fall. His strength gave her the courage to face anything—even something as potentially daunting as meeting his family.

  "In love?"

  Just for a moment, the husky inflection of his voice made her heart flutter in reaction to the memory of another man's voice. Snuggling closer to Todd, Barbara forced the sensation to go away.

  "Yes," she answered, perhaps too fervently in her attempt to deny the unwanted memory.

  "I'm in love, too."

  "Are you?" Enveloped in the warmth of his arm, it was easy for Barbara to match his light, bantering tone.

  "Yes. With a beautiful woman…with hair like black satin and hauntingly lovely blue eyes."

  "I hope she makes you very happy." Her hand sought the arm around her shoulders to lace its fingers with his. It was a gesture oddly reminiscent of another time, and another man's hand entwined possessively with hers. A shudder trembled through her.

  "Are you cold?" Todd was instantly attentive. "Shall I turn the air conditioner down?"

  "No, I'm fine," she insisted, and tilted her head back against his arm to gaze at his face. "Sometimes it seems that I've known you all my life instead of one short month. Todd—" there was a catch in her voice, a poignant throb "—I wish I had met you first."

  He slid her a look before letting his attention return to the highway. "Do you want to talk about him?" It was a gentle question that didn't probe but rather invited.

  A pregnant silence followed his question. Barbara was barely aware of it as her gaze ran over the strong, handsome profile of his face that at times reminded her of Jock. So did a half a hundred other men whose facial bone structure was similar. But the likeness ended there. Todd's hair and eyes were brown, not gilded with gold. At thirty-one, he lacked the character lines that had etched Jock's eyes and mouth. Nor did he possess that potent brand of sexuality that had taken Barbara's breath away the first time she saw Jock on the beach. She had only to close her eyes to remember the hard feel of his body against hers and the undermining caress of his sure hands.

  "What's there to talk about?" A bitter hurt that Barbara had thought was behind her crept into her voice. "He dropped me like a rock."

  It was no good to claim that only her pride had suffered from the blow. Nor could she claim that he had taken advantage of her. She had gone into the affair with her eyes wide open, never dreaming it would last less than a week. For her, it had meant everything.

  His huskily seductive voice echoed in her head, saying the words she'd heard six months before. "I'm not any good at small talk, honey. I want to make love to you." The forthright statement had not offended her. Jock Malloy had only been saying what had been on her
mind whenever he was within touching distance.

  "Did I tell you that he once asked me to go with him when he left?" It was a short, mocking question, filled with self-derision. She had thought many times about that offer, and also her reaction to it. She flashed Todd a brittle smile. "I nearly agreed. I was so tempted . . . But I kept thinking about my job, and my apartment. Can you imagine the mess I would have been in if I had gone with him and he'd got tired of me and dumped me between here and Texas or wherever his ranch was—if he had one?"

  Details hadn't mattered at the time. She had known Jock was vacationing in Miami, and the beach house where he was staying belonged to a friend. Stupidly, she had never considered it to be a holiday affair that would come to an abrupt end when he left. She was so positive it would continue that she had never bothered to ask questions about him. Talking had been the least of their interests. Jock's form of communication had been so much more satisfactory. Afterward Barbara was glad she didn't know any details about him other than his name and the vaguely mentioned fact that he had a cattle ranch.

  "But you didn't go with him," Todd pointed out, his arm tightening around her.

  "No." A sudden, vaguely desperate sigh broke from her. "Why am I telling you all this?"

  "Confession is supposed to be good for the soul." He grinned down at her.

  "I…can't." She moved compulsively out of his arms to the passenger side of the luxury sedan. Other than the bare bones of her story, Barbara had never fleshed out the affair to Todd. Even now he wasn't asking her to, only offering a willing ear to listen. Her refusal to confide in him didn't produce a reaction. Tapping out a cigarette from her pack, Barbara lighted it and blew out an impatient stream of smoke. "Why haven't you ever asked about him, Todd? His name? How we met? What happened?" Her sideways glance was wary, apprehension shimmering in the blue depths of her eyes.

  "Because I know that someday you'll trust me enough to tell me the whole story," he answered without hesitation.

  "I do trust you." Barbara glanced at the diamond solitaire glittering on her left hand. The engagement ring was indicative of her trust. She had promised to place her heart in his keeping. It had been shattered when she met Todd, but he had made her heart whole again. He had given her so much that she wasn't certain how much she could return. "Doesn't it bother you that there was someone else before you came?"

  "No. A woman doesn't reach the age of twenty-five without her heart getting bruised and battered along the way. I accepted that when I met you." He reached across the seat to hold her hand.

  Barbara studied the gentle strength of his fingers warmly clasping hers. Their touch didn't make her skin tingle, but she didn't trust that sensation anymore. His comment prompted a fleeting curiosity to voice itself.

  "What about your heart? Has it ever been bruised and battered, Todd?" She found it hard to believe. His face was so smooth and calm, bearing no scars of tormented longing and heartbroken grief.

  "A half a dozen times, at least." It came out like a joke.

  "Be serious," Barbara insisted.

  "I am. It's difficult to judge past emotional involvements since I have met you. From this perspective, they all seem like infatuations. Does that answer your question?" He briefly arched an eyebrow in her direction, his brown eyes warm with amused indulgence.

  "Yes, I suppose it does." She hadn't yet gained that perspective for herself to be sure.

  "Besides, if you had met me first, maybe you wouldn't have noticed me," Todd suggested with a teasing wink.

  "That isn't true," Barbara protested quickly. "You are a very handsome man, Todd Gaynor. Any woman would notice you." Unless Jock Malloy was around, a hateful little voice qualified her statement.

  As if reading her mind, Todd followed his thought one step further. "Or maybe I would have lost you to him." Barbara was thankful he didn't give her a chance to respond to that remark, because she didn't know what she could say to that distinct possibility. "The 'maybes' don't have anything to do with the present or the way it happened. There isn't any mason to say 'what if?'"

  "Yes, there is," she said in a sober voice. "What if I had never met you? You have been so good to me and for me, and with me—" she emphasized the propositions "—that sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve someone like you who is so understanding and patient."

  "When I first met you, you reminded me of a stray kitten I once found that someone had dumped on the highway," Todd mused. "You were so scared and frightened…not that you let it show." He darted her an amused glance. "No, you arched your back and hissed at me, pretending you weren't scared or frightened just as that little black kitten did. How many times did you turn me down before I finally persuaded you to come out with me?"

  "At least twelve." Barbara remembered his gentle persistence in coaxing her out of the reclusive shell she had hidden in. "Although I don't know why you bothered," she sighed.

  Letting go of her hand, Todd reached up and flipped down the sun visor on her side. The mirror on the back side of the visor reflected her image, midnight black hair framing an oval face, brilliant blue eyes outlined by long, sooty lashes, a stunning combination of features that were enhanced by a golden Florida tan.

  "That woman in the mirror should answer your questions," he said. "When I first met her, there were dark circles under her eyes and a lovely mouth that had forgotten how to smile or laugh. Look what love has done."

  A passing thought crossed her mind that love had made the dark circles and smileless mouth in the first place. Barbara didn't mention it, but she couldn't keep the pain of remembering that shattering anguish of lost love from flickering across her expression.

  "I promised I wouldn't rush you into marriage, Barbara, and I won't. We'll have a long engagement, an old-fashioned courtship period where I can shower you with presents and flowers and love poems." A bantering note in his voice seemed to tease his own romanticism and make her smile with him. "It will all culminate in a big church wedding, which will make my mother happy, and a Caribbean honeymoon, which will make me happy. You'll like my mother," he added unexpectedly.

  "I hope she'll like me," was the automatic response.

  "She will," Todd assured her. "I wish we'd had more time together for ourselves. I wouldn't have suggested spending our vacations with my family if either one of us could arrange to take them later this year. But these two weeks are the only slack time the hotel has before the Easter crunch hits, then summer tourists. My manager takes his vacation in the fall and—"

  "The airline wouldn't let me rearrange my schedule unless I gave up my vacation for this year," Barbara inserted. She worked the reservation counter at the airport, after flying the first two years as a stewardess with the same company. "It is sheer coincidence that we have the same vacation time now."

  "I know," he smiled. "And I want you to get to know my family. I want you to think of them as yours."

  "You haven't told me very much about your family. There is your mother who is a widow, and your brother," she began, and Todd picked up the conversation from that point.

  "There are just my mother and brother, but we have always been very close. Maybe because there are just the three of us. My mother, Lillian, is a great lady. Gentle, warm and loving."

  "You must take after her," Barbara concluded.

  "I don't know. My dad was a pretty great guy, too. Mom said he was the softest touch in town. When any charity in Miami needed to raise money, they stopped at his hotel first. He couldn't say no to anyone in trouble. If he had, he'd probably have been a multimillionaire when he died. Not that he left us broke!" Todd laughed at the thought.

  Only in the last few weeks had Barbara begun to realize that she was engaged to a relatively wealthy man. The hotel Todd owned and operated was one of the plushest resorts on the oceanfront strip. The income from it could have enabled him to enjoy the role of playboy, but Todd had chosen to work.

  "What about Sandoval?" she asked, referring to the citrus farm that was their desti
nation. "Is that where you grew up?"

  "No. We did spend time there. J.R. liked it but I'm not much of a country boy. I prefer city life, like my dad," Todd admitted.

  Looking at him, Barbara was glad. She preferred his casual refinement to the leathered look of an outdoorsman. It would have been an unwanted reminder of a man browned to a teak color from hours in the sun. Like her's, Todd's suntan came from lazing by a pool or on an ocean beach.

  "J.R. is your brother?" she asked for confirmation.

  "My older brother, yes. It's a good thing Sandoval belongs to him. That life fits him like a glove. I should warn you about J.R.," Todd added after a second's consideration.

  "Warn me?" Her blue eyes sent him a quizzical glance as a little shiver of fear danced down her spine.

  Todd met her look with a silently laughing smile. "He's going to make a pass at you."

  "But why? I mean…I'm your fiancée. Surely he wouldn't—" She tried to stammer out an astonished protest, but Todd laughed out loud.

  "In the first place, J.R. has a roving eye that invariably locates a beautiful woman in a crowd," he began his explanation. "Plus he has always held a fatal fascination for the opposite sex. Which was something he discovered early on. Knowing J.R., any advances he might make toward you would have a twofold purpose. One would be to test you—to see if the woman engaged to his brother is really sincere."

  "And the second?" Barbara prompted when Todd paused.

  "The second reason?" He lifted his shoulders in an expressive shrug. "The second reason would probably be for the sheer hell of it."

  "What am I supposed to do when he makes this pass?" She couldn't keep the edge of challenge out of her voice.

  "I can't tell you what to do." There was an underlying chuckle in his voice. "All I can do is warn you in advance that it's coming. I trust you to know how to handle him, Barbara."

  Slightly reassured by his confidence in her, she commented on a cynical note, "I take it your brother isn't married?"

  "J.R. is the original swamp fox, too wily and experienced to be caught in the marriage trap. His problem is he's always had the pick of the bunch. Anything that was out of his reach, he regarded as sour grapes. Actually, I think as far as the female sex is concerned J.R. could take them or leave them. Mostly he takes them, then leaves them." Todd grinned at his description.