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She was obviously not going to be reasonable.

“My fault. What the devil are you talking about? You’re the one who insists on riding that hell-bred snorter!”

“He is not a—a snorter! Whatever that means.”

They were pratically shouting, kneeling no more than six inches apart on the red, sun-baked clay. “He’s sure as hell no mount for a lady.”

“I’m no…”

The rebuttal went unfinished. The glittery look of defeat in her eyes stole the fire right out of his next charge. “Lilah? Don’t say that. Don’t even think it, because it’s not true.”

Face flaming anew, she opened her mouth, then closed it. Eli didn’t know what came over him—later he might ascribe it to sunstroke.

He yanked her into his arms and helped himself to her succulent pink mouth before she could let fly with another barrage….