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The thought of touching him caused a fluttery sensation deep inside Becky. “Of course,” she said.

When his large, warm hand captured her small one, she almost gasped. A charge like summer lightning ripped through her. He studied her, his brilliant gray eyes staring through her. His straight black lashes shadowed his cheeks—or was it the trick of sunlight on this glorious day?

Becky stood, lost in the smoky depths of his eyes. She felt as though she was peering at an ancient rock wall. Light and dark sparkles glittered from the depths of his soul.

“Agreed.” He released her hand.

Her mouth felt as dry as hay. She nodded, afraid to trust her voice. She wiped her hand on her skirt, then strode back to her horse, forcing herself not to run like the devil…