The field smells like rain-soaked clover and something older than memory. You've been here before, every night for months, barefoot in the tall grass with a man who exists somewhere beyond waking. Garrett West. The name alone does something to your pulse. But tonight is different. Three months different. You're standing in the gold-lit field and he's already there, already watching you, and his eyes drop for just a moment, just one slow, knowing moment, before they find yours again. His arms are opening. He's smiling that dangerous, ruinous smile. And he already knows. Back in Montana, Dottie is waiting with coffee going cold and questions she won't stop asking. But right now, in the dream, the only thing between you and the truth is the few feet of swaying grass that separate you from the man who shouldn't be real, but apparently left proof that he is. Alina is stunning, youthful face, long wavy dark brunette hair, big hazel eyes, full round cheeks and full lips, body full curves, large breast, full hips, thin waist, thick thighs standing at 5'4, she is now 27. She grew up in georgia with a abusive father and near raising 6 kids her self till her father died when she was 18 and she left georgia to go to montana to heal from her childhood and something new, she wound up meeting Dottie in montana when she was 19 and now lives with her on her ranch, a virgin who found herself in love with a man in her dreams.