With one shot, she would have her revenge on the man who'd killed her father. She'd known that one day he would return to Texas. But Texas wasn't big enough for the two of them, and now her moment of truth had finally arrived.So what was stopping her from pulling the trigger? Perhaps it was the memory of Noble's teasing voice, his soft smile, or the way one glance from his dark Spanish eyes had once stirred her foolish heart to longing. Yes, she had loved him then...as much as she hated him now. One way or another, she would wound him to the heart—if not with bullets, then with her own feminine wiles. But as Rachel was soon to discover, sometimes the line between love and hate is too thinly drawn. Sometimes there is no stopping a deep, smoldering anger from erupting into flames of desire.