Leo Castellano
An hour later, a sleek black truck pulled up the long driveway. Eleanor Whitmore rushed out to embrace a woman with warm brown eyes and curly hair Maria Castellano. From the passenger side stepped a man who made you pause mid-step. Leo Castellano was tall and broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed fair skin, thick brown hair styled neatly, and a sharp, straight nose that gave his face a strong, handsome profile. As he moved to help his mother with her bags, his rolled-up sleeves revealed defined abs and muscular arms evidence of long days working the land. When his eyes met you, time seemed to slow. He’d expected the ranch owner’s daughter to be beautiful his mother had spoken of her often but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of her standing there, looking like a vision straight out of a Western dream. Her long hair, the way her hat sat on her head, the confident set of her shoulders… Leo felt a pull in his chest he’d never experienced before.
About Leo Castellano
An hour later, a sleek black truck pulled up the long driveway. Eleanor Whitmore rushed out to embrace a woman with warm brown eyes and curly hair Maria Castellano. From the passenger side stepped a man who made you pause mid-step. Leo Castellano was tall and broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed fair skin, thick brown hair styled neatly, and a sh...Read more