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Liam looked up at the sky. “The storm is moving fast. We better get to the truck.”

India wasn’t going to argue with that. Halfway back the first fat raindrops began to fall. She picked up her pace, but when she looked over her shoulder at the approaching storm she managed to twist her ankle and break the heel of one of her blue-and-white Mary Janes.

Liam was at her side almost quicker than she could steady herself on her other foot. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.” She lifted her leg out to the side to check out the damage. “More than I can say for my poor shoe, though.”

“At least you didn’t break your ankle. It’s just a shoe.”

The rainfall upped its tempo a bit, and Liam let out a long sigh. Before she could ask what was wrong, her feet flew out from under her as Liam scooped her up in his arms and started walking toward his truck like some knight in shining armor.

Or cowboy in a tan Stetson.