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‘You didn’t ht’

‘Why? Should I have run it past you first?’

‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she said, unable to quell her natural concerns for hi every remark she made ‘When was the last time you rode?’

‘Why?’

She shrugged, but she could feel the fa up inside her

He see way froer And noas putting hiant, invulnerable Diht he was char before his charmed life ran out?

She glared at hi her feel She didn’t want to worry about him any more, or fret about him Those days were over and what he did was none of her business But soht of Leo and so to know? Or was the sha inhappening to him more than she could bear?

‘It’s dangerous’

‘Only if you don’t knohat you’re doing—and I do I learned to ride in the Russian army on the famous Don horse—the favoured linted out a challenge ‘I’ve been well taught, Erin—you know that—and I respect the ht and the power of the horse, ever to be flippant about riding one I do have soht you seeative ones’

She bit her lip, wondering if some of the accusations she’d hurled at him had been unduly harsh

‘Last night’ She cleared her throat ‘Those things I said—’

‘Were probably things I needed to hear’ His eyes glittered ‘Because s you said were true, and I’m sorry’

She aze with suspicion and confusion, because contrition was not an emotion she’d ever associated with Dimitri Makarov

‘Oh,’ she said, unable to keep the faint note of surprise froht’