They arrived at Abby’s house. Always the gentleman, Wyatt hurried around to open the truck door for her. She slipped out past him smelling of lemon, but also of horses and oats and the great outdoors. He’d thought she’d smelled good before, but now…

“Are you wanting to come back with me tomorrow?” he asked as they made their way up the frozen path towards her house.

“I would, but I don’t get off until four tomorrow. Is that too late, you think?” She looked up at him questioningly, biting her lower lip.

She’d unlocked her front door but hadn’t opened it yet. He couldn’t quite make out the expression on her face because their breaths were making clouds in the frosty air, blocking his view.

That’s the reason that he ga...

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