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Wade Stone’s gray Stetson hid part of his face, but she didn’t need to see his eyes to know he had changed.

When Amy had known him, he was gangly and not yet a man. There was nothing boyish about him as he stood before her now. His broad shoulders were squared. He looked powerful and a little wary. His wool jacket was open, a flashy silver belt buckle with a rodeo scene all too visible.

“I’m sorry,” Wade said, his voice low and tense. She turned to look at him. Was he going to apologize? For leaving her? After all this time? Then he continued. “My mother shouldn’t have offered you the job. It’s a lot of work—hard work—and it’s just not for you.”

A shadow of whiskers covered his face, showing he hadn’t shaved this morning. His jaw was tense.

Amy lifted her chin. “I’m stronger than you think.”

He looked at her for a long moment. “You’ll regret it.”

“I don’t think so,” she said, looking him square in the eyes.