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“She’d French-braided her hair to keep it out of her face and had kept her makeup light. After all, she was hoping he’d be kissing off all her lipstick anyway. Flutters stirred in her belly in anticipation of seeing Jess. She shrugged the lunch bag higher on her shoulder and entered the dark recesses of the barn. The acrid smell of smoke left over from the fire still surprised her every time she entered the barn, reminding her that their little world wasn’t as safe as she’d always thought it to be. Things like that happened to other people, but since she’d been back at the ranch, she’d learned that over the past few months they’d been happening just a little too often to suit all the ranchers and other folks in the area. As she walked past Imp’s stall, she caught the sound of Jess’s voice at the same moment she saw him ahead, standing next to Dancer’s stall. The mare was already saddled up, and Tequila, Jess’s sorrel mount, was right beside Dancer. Trace’s pulse rate picked up and thos...e flutters in her belly magnified.MoreLess
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