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He glanced Emily’s way and discovered her scowl had deepened. “What?” she demanded. “Why are you grinning?”

“You first,” he said, making an effort to be serious. “Why are you frowning?”

“You’re impossible,” she said. “I should hate you!”

“Why?” He truly was bewildered now. “Because I left you? Or because I kissed you?”

“Yes. Yes. And for other reasons. I should hate you. But I can’t!” She slammed her gloved hand down on the saddle horn, and it made the softest of thuds.

He laughed. He knew he shouldn’t. He should take her unhappiness seriously, no matter how little sense it made. “You’re angry because you can’t hate me? Of course you can’t hate me. We’ve been friends forever. That’s what friends do. They get angry, and then they forgive each other.”

“I don’t want to forgive you,” she muttered…