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The one person Cassidy didn’t expect to see in the barn examining the newest sick horse was Farley.

“So how is Chickweed doing?” She patted the horse as she walked around him, doing a quick visual exam. “Is he running a fever?”

“Afraid so. And he’s definitely suffering some pain—see how swollen he is under his jaw?” Farley placed her hand over the enlarged lymph nodes, and she nodded.

Not only did she feel the evidence of strangles in the horse, but she also felt the rough calluses of Farley’s hand. And the strength. And the warmth.

She remembered what his hands had felt like on her waist and on her shoulder, when they’d danced together four years ago. She’d never forgotten and never would.

Did he ever think about the good part of that night?

Or just her inexcusable behavior afterward?

She glanced at his face, and saw that he was looking at her, his dark gaze intense as always, but inscrutable.

He blinked.

The moment between them—if indeed it had been a moment—was over.