My Gallant Texan

Clementine Duvall should come with a warning label. She'd been a pain in his backside when they were adolescents and was a pain in his backside now. But training protection dogs was serious business and had no place for juvenile antics. It didn't keep her from insisting her method of training was better than his. Didn't matter that he was the expert and she the apprentice. Didn't matter that they were being forced to room together for six months. Didn't matter that his libido was at war with his brain. All that mattered was that he come out on top--no pun intended ... Maybe.