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“Stuart Williaht”

Quiet again filled the cabin Serious quiet The exchanging of na?”

“Yes” She sat up and placed her ht the twinkle in her eye “That should cover wet, and I’m sure at some point I’ll touch you”

Damn if that didn’t provoke a rise in my jeans “Is it still a bonus if it happens repeatedly?”

“Don’t be such a stickler for the rules, Stuart Williahtly kissing hter across my fly

“It’s who I am, Miss Heron”

“Maybe soht”

Before we left for the lake, I checked in on Freckles She’d stayed quiet in the shelter, and she wasn’t in danger of getting too cold Horses in this part of the country developed longer coats that made them look almost plush She nickered and pushed at

“Hey, girl” I scratched behind her ear while she ate “This is all your fault, you know?”

No response She chewed as I remembered the day she reared on Mariska I reht of that beautiful girl being hurt It was only slightly less thanprotective instinct was only growing stronger the more time I spent around her

Rebellious anger twisted in ut as my mind insisted what had to be done A knot ached in the front of s Drugs sucker-punchedwith noas completely different, and I was stone-cold sober

The swish of feet rass followed closely by the scent of hahts

“Hungry?” Mariska held out a s it fros ht and cheese

Taking it, I gave her a little nod of thanks “I thought you didn’t like to cook”