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She could feel the tug of his gaze and the gentle insistence of his presence.

She wanted to look at him. She really did. She wanted to gaze into his eyes and feel that click of closeness to him. To let him look deeper and let herself dream of having handsome Lorenzo Davis fall in mad love with her.

It wasn’t going to happen.

“Next harvest will be better,” he promised. “I’ll put it in my prayers.”

His smile drew her once again. Unable to resist, her eyes met his and the world faded. The jarring of the sleigh ceased. The cold vanished and there was only his sincerity, his caring and the quiet wish in her soul she could not give in to.

“We’re here.”