Okay, more fluffiness. (Is that even a word?!) I finished Texas! Chase by Sandra Brown over the weekend. This is book two in the Texas trilogy, written early in Brown's "mainstream" career.
This novel features a woman (Her name escapes me) that has been in love with a man (Chase) since high school. He married someone else. Sadly, Chase's wife dies at the end of the first novel in the trilogy while in the car with our female lead of novel number two. (Female lead is a real estate agent and was driving wife to show her a house). In despair, Chase buys the house after his wife dies (he's never seen it and never moves in). Later he sells it, unknowingly to the real estate agent who is secretly in love with him.
On to novel two. Real estate lady convinces Chase to marry her so that she can invest in his failing business without him "selling out." They move into the house real estate lady bought for him.
To me, all of this screams stalker. But it's okay, because it's true love. And it's Texas. 'Nuff said.