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soak in her words. Then I lift the sleeve of my sweater and rub the back of my hand across my mouth.

“I can’t tell if I imagined it,” I murmur, not really meaning for her to hear me—but she does anyway.

“Can’t tell if what happened?”

“If he actually said that . . .”

She gives me a small shove. “If he actually said what?” she urges.

“‘I’m coming for you, London Daniels, and there ain’t nowhere you can hide from me, angel’.” I repeat what I’m not sure was something taking place in my imagination or occurring in actual reality. Truthfully, either one is absurd.

Standing up on her tiptoes, she looks towards the entrance to the barn, catching the last glimpse of him before he disappears. “Holy shit.”

Holy shit is right. I’ve never had an emotional or physical reaction like that to another person in my entire life, let alone a complete stranger with an ego the size of this property. I could feel him in every one of my bones, and the craving for him gets stronger in every breath I take.

“I think I’m still drunk,” I say, feeling the warmth of the memory wash over me, my knees threatening to buckle once more.

“Mm-hm.” Aurora smirks. “That’s what you’re hopin,’ anyhow.”

Heck yes, I was hoping to chalk it up to being drunk, because I’m not even the slightest bit sure I know what to do with that man. I barely know what to do with myself.

Two hours later, most of the horses are settled into either their stalls or outdoor paddocks and I have managed to avoid nearly all other humans.

Charlotte has disappeared into an empty stall that serves as a makeshift office, and I groan at the thought of having to work so closely with her over the coming months.

I’d be lying if I said I’m not the littlest bit thrilled she was put in her place earlier, but the damage to our working relationship has already been done and I am hardly ignorant as to why. She touched him intimately, and it drove me to the brink of insanity to consider all the possibilities of why she would deem that okay. My mind can’t help but wonder if they’ve been together before¸ or are even an item now, thus resulting in my immediate dislike for her.

My heart is constantly driven by the luster of things I’m passionate about, and nearly every one of those things has put a break in my heart at least once. My penance for loving with all I have, I suppose.

Aware of the romanticism surrounding my personality, I’ve consciously chosen to keep dating at bay. Of course, when I was younger, I had a few boyfriends. I’m hardly a nun, but I’ve never entered a relationship—or anything, for that matter—if I was both certain it would consume me and not willingly to let it. For that reason, the few men I’ve had over the years could be classified as ‘safe’ or ‘boring,’ and while that was, perhaps, doing the love my heart is capable of giving a grave injustice, it was a sacrifice I eagerly handed over.

After walking across the property to the farther and nicer of the few grass paddocks, I step onto the bottom rung of the wooden fence and fold my arms over the top rail, resting my head on top of them.

My emotions are chaotic at best, even on a good day, but my confidence since I’ve returned home has been fragile and dwindling each day I have been unable to ride. So, it is no surprise that, as I watch his black horse graze, my thoughts drift to him, to the eyes my mind will surely never forget.

They are a mossy green, dusted in some lighter shade of brown, and the most unique specks of dark chocolate were found when I looked close enough.

“Thinking about me?”

Looking over my shoulder, I see him, Branson, walking towards me. The beautiful eyes I was thinking about assess me as he approaches.

“No,” I lie. “I don’t even know you.” That much is true, but it doesn’t stop my heart from flopping over inside my chest.

“I’m fixin’ to see that changed in a real short period of time,” he drawls, leaning his hip against the fence. His entire body is positioned towards me, causing my temperature to rise to a fever pitch.

I regrettably drag my gaze from his handsome face in hopes that I’ll find some willpower from not looking at him. “I’m not sure we