Her Sister Stole Every Suitor—Until a Giant Rancher Chose the Plus-Size Woman Everyone Overlooked

Why did the richest giant rancher in Cedar Ridge walk past the beautiful sister every man wanted and stop in front of the woman nobody had come to dance with? The fiddle faltered as Matthew Hail crossed the crowded hall. Rachel froze beside the coffee table, flower dusting her cuff. He passed Lillian without a glance, stopped before

Rachel, and held out his enormous hand. Every whisper died. What did he know that the whole town had missed? Stay with us and tell me where you're watching from. By the time Matthew Hail stepped through the doors of the Cedar Ridge meeting hall, Rachel Hart had coffee on her cuff, flower near her elbow, and no

reason in the world to think the biggest man in Wyoming territory had come looking for her. She was replacing an empty pot at the supper table when the room changed. not stopped exactly. The fiddle kept scraping through a lively reel. Boots still struck the plank floor. Somebody near the stove laughed too loudly at something that probably

wasn't funny, but heads turned. Rachel noticed because Lillian stopped talking. That alone was enough to make her look up. Her younger sister stood near the center of the hall beneath two kerosene lamps, wearing the pale blue dress George Hart had ordered from Cheyenne the previous fall. It fit Lillian beautifully. Nearly everything did. Her

dark blonde hair had been pinned high with two careful curls beside her cheeks, and three young men had spent most of the evening finding excuses to stand within speaking distance of her. Now none of them were looking at Lillian. They were looking toward the door. Matthew Hail had to duck slightly beneath the frame. Rachel had heard