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Оглавление“We can have lunch at the café in Hope.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
Cameron glanced Laurel’s way before pulling from his parking space. “I don’t mind.”
“I think you do.”
He sighed. “I think you like to argue.”
At that she laughed. “I guess maybe I do.”
“When I moved into the cottage at Gladys’s, I knew she’d push me from my comfort zone.”
“Yes, she is a force to be reckoned with.”
“But so are you.”
Surprise flickered through her hazel eyes. “Me? I’m not a force. I’m the least forciest of people.”
He laughed at that. “Oh, you’re a force alright. Kittens, Christmas trees, trips to the nursing home.”
“I’m not making you do those things,” she reminded him.
How well he knew that. The problem was that she didn’t have to force him out of his den—he came willingly for her. He used his music to soothe his horses or to gentle an unexpectedly shy or difficult animal. She was the music.
And that was probably the most dangerous thought he’d had in a long time.
