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He gazed at her in the cool blue twilight.

“You don’t live out at your dad’s ranch these days?”

“Um...no. I have a place in Bisons Creek, the top floor of the old Curry house. Remember it?”

“Sure. I’m just surprised, that’s all. I thought you’d be living at home.”

“No, Ford. I grew up and moved out.”

His jaw tightened. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“Like you are?”

He held his hands out from his sides. “I’m not mad.”

“You’re clearly not happy to be showing me around. I was going to apologize, but that’ll take more of your valuable time.” She jolted down the steps and stalked past him.

“Caroline, wait. Caroline!” Ford caught up with her, grabbed her arm and pulled her around to face him. “Don’t run away.”

Breathing hard, she glared at him. “I am not running away. I’m trying to give you the distance you so obviously want.” She hated that saying it hurt enough to sting her eyes with tears. “Let. Me. Go.” She jerked her arm, trying to get free.

His fingers didn’t loosen around her wrist. “I’m not letting go, so calm down. It’s like fighting with a butterfly.”

She stopped, appalled. “I am not a butterfly.”

“No, you’re a really beautiful woman who’s driving me crazy.”

Her jaw dropped open in shock. She closed it, then swallowed hard. “What did you say?”