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When was the last time anyone had looked out for Breezy?

“Are you okay?”

He kneeled next to her, bending those long legs and folding his arms over his knees. He pushed back the black cowboy hat and peered at her. He looked concerned.

She took a breath and waited.

“Of course I am.” Breezy made sure to smile. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Jake grinned. “Well, you were almost toast out there with that bull.”

“I am glad you came along when you did.”

“Me, too,” he replied. His voice was soft, like wind through the trees, and it undid her a tiny bit. “Here, you’re probably cold.” He slipped off his jacket and eased it around her shoulders. “This should help.”

Words failed her. Yes, the jacket helped.

Or did it?

It smelled of Jake Martin, like pine, mountains in the fall and cold winter air. She wanted to bury her nose in the collar and inhale his scent. At the same time she wanted to tell him she didn’t need his jacket or the unexpected emotions it stirred in her.