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“Are you okay?”

“Never better.” Shane grinned. “The bull barely nicked me.”

She studied him critically. “You’re limping.”

He laughed, he couldn’t help it, and lowered his voice. “I appreciate the concern, Cassidy. It means a lot to me.”

“Of course I’m concerned. That was a close call.”

“Is that the only reason?” He leaned in. A mere fraction at first, then more.

She drew abruptly back. “I don’t know what you’re implying.”

“That you’re worried about me because you might like me a little.”

“Well, I don’t.”

His grin widened. “Could have fooled me.”

“You always did have a big ego.”

“Matched only by my...” He let the sentence drop.

“Shane!”

“Confidence,” he finished with a chuckle.

“Clearly you’re just fine. I don’t know why I worried.” Cassidy spun on her heel and stalked away.

Try as he might, Shane couldn’t stop staring as she walked.

Then again, he wasn’t trying very hard.