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“I’ve never even touched a gun,” Amelia replied. “Much less fired one. And I haven’t the slightest desire to do so.”

His fingers slid down her cheek to trace the fine line of her jaw. “You’re in the Wild West now, Amelia. Things out here aren’t resolved at tea parties.”

She drew in a breath and waited for his fingers to leave her skin so that she could swallow the liquid that had pooled in her mouth.

He dropped his hand. The sun glinted highlights in his hair and mustache. Amelia tried to concentrate on what she was saying. “I…don’t think I could fire a gun.”

“Then I’ll teach you,” he said. His deep voice had taken on that husky tone again. Something was definitely happening between them, and Amelia had absolutely no idea what to do about it!