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She had no right to dream of a relationship with Walker

Or even to want one. She’d imposed on his hospitality and pleaded with him to give her refuge. He’d already gone beyond what most men would have done. To take further advantage of the friendship he’d offered when her own life was still in disarray would be the height of unfairness to them both.

Which didn’t mean she couldn’t admire his seat in a saddle, the way he moved as though part of his mount, the man and animal of the same mind as they walked beside the herd. A man of the land comfortable with himself.

Yes, she could admire, but she didn’t dare touch. Because she was confident, once she touched Walker in an intimate way and he touched her in return, that she’d never be satisfied with anything less….