Upper crust classy saloon girl crossed with shrew's temper and sass. Just what a rancher ordered. Actually, no.
Rancher Mark Furnish is in a bind. His ranch is losing money, the banks have turned him down, and his wealthy grandfather back east is refusing to fund the venture anymore unless Mark has a wife. The mail order bride that was supposed to be his has now become his foreman's wife. Time's tight and Mark doesn't have a second to waste. As if that's not bad enough, he doesn't even want to be married to begin with.
The mail order bride thing didn't work out so well for this sexy cowboy rancher. Who says the second time will be a success?
He steps into the saloon for a couple of shots of cure-all and instead discovers a saloon girl that's more like a fiery temple virgin. She refuses all the men's efforts at flirtation and offers to go upstairs for a tryst. This woman's got upper crust class and a shrew's temper.
Maybe he shouldn't have tried to help her. Maybe he wouldn't have been kicked out of the saloon and she wouldn't have been fired. Now she's his responsibility.
This new turn of events is giving his ideas. Why can't he get the words fake wife out of his mind?
