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“I had nothing left.”

Natalie took a deep breath for courage and looked Colt in the eyes.

“When I got out of the hospital I was up to my eyeballs in debt and barely able to walk.” Just talking about it brought it all back. The fear. The sorrow. The hopelessness. “And then I went out to the barn to see Playboy. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head in his mane and I knew that somehow, someway, I’d ride him again.”

She felt the familiar burn of tears in her eyes. He started to move past her again, but Natalie snatched his hand and tugged him toward her, silently begging him to understand with her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she admitted, holding his gaze. “I don’t expect you to understand...” She squeezed his hand and then turned to leave. But something changed.

One moment he was immovable, cold. The next he’d pulled her up against him and dipped his head down toward her.

With his thumb, he brushed away a stray tear on her cheek. “I do understand.”