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CHAPTER EIGHT

WYATT FELT LIKE he had been trying to work out the tension that had seized up his muscles for the past three days. Since that trail ride with Lindy, his shoulders had been knotted up hard as a rock.

Frankly, it wasn’t the only part of him that was rock hard, thank you very much.

But he hadn’t decided what the hell he was going to do about it yet.

It had been one thing to try to prove his point with her on the trail ride, something he thought he had done quite effectively. It was another to figure out what happened next.