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Lying on the blanket beside Eli, Hadley didn’t sleep.

She was aware of his breathing, his every movement. She tossed and turned, careful not to let her hand brush Eli’s, not to let her arm nudge his. She stayed on her side and her side only. But in spite of the blankets and the sleeping bag, the floor was hard. In spite of the heater in the room, the air was chilled. To her dismay, she began to shiver.

Eli must have heard her teeth chattering because he turned around to face her. “Are you cold?”

“Yes. And I’m thinking about tomorrow, and the mom out there and the foal, and the other horses.”

“World peace, and if your family’s worrying?”

“My mind doesn’t want to turn off.”

“I think it would if you got warm. Come here.”

She could tell he’d held out his arm to her.

“Come on,” he coaxed. “Combined body heat will warm you up.”

She didn’t know if she was being stupid to try it. But she was cold. And if she was going to get any sleep tonight, she had to warm up. She moved into the crook of Eli’s arm, and he wrapped it around her.

“Better?”

Oh, yes, it was better. Too much better.

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