When Cassie Fremont's brother and sister present her with evidence they believe proves her new love is a con-man, her happy world is turned upside down.  Either she chooses to believe them or Evan.  How could she possibly believe that this wonderful man who gave up his thriving business in Texas and moved to California to begin a life with her could be the man to whom they allude?  Surely it's a mistake. The love she sees in his eyes can't be a lie.  Will Evan be the man Cassie believes him to be or are the words that invade her thoughts really true.  You aren't the first woman he's lied to. There have been others who have lost everything because of him. 

EXCERPT

When the doors parted, Evan made a beeline for a bank of dollar slots. Cassie glanced down at her still-extended hand, surprised he hadn't taken hold of it. Maybe he felt the same excitement she experienced.  She followed behind and stood at his shoulder, watching. He had already deposited money and was eagerly pulling the handle. The reels spun wildly, blurring the images of cherries, plums and the elusive sevens. When the tumblers stopped, a loud bell sounded, and Evan turned and smiled, pointing at the three bars that had aligned perfectly across the screen. Look at that, I'm a winner."

Cassie quickly scanned the colorful pay schedule looking for Evan's reward. "Wow, five hundred dollars! Baby, you're pretty lucky at this."

Evan pulled out his wallet and handed Cassie several bills--big ones. "Here, take this and find a paying machine." He stuffed his billfold back in his pocket and immediately grasped the slot handle.

She pulled out the stool next to him. "This one looks good." She sat.

The crease in his forehead showed his displeasure. "No, I meant go somewhere else. I don't like people watching me when I gamble."

Shocked, Cassie stood. She was speechless.

Evan raised up just high enough to graze her cheek with a kiss. "You understand, don't you, baby girl? It's an anxiety performance thing."

No, she didn't understand, but she wasn't going to hang around where she wasn't wanted.  Clutching the bills he'd given her, she ambled off in search of another place to sit. Somehow her excitement had waned. Just a little while ago he'd wanted to marry her and now he didn't even want her sitting next to him. She let go of the hurt. She'd turned down his offer of marriage, so now they were even.