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Jenna and how she was just about the sweetest thing he’d ever laid eyes on.
    Images of Jenna coming to lie with him in his bed, wearing that soft thin strip of cotton and nothing else, danced in his head. He couldn’t block the image, not when she was standing there, smiling up at him with such elation. Oh, how he wished he were Blue Montgomery. How he wanted to be. And why shouldn’t he believe it and take what Jenna offered? Why not accept the love she had to give and marry her? Why not just spend his days blissfully happy with a courageous, lovely woman who had shown him all that she was, all that she could give him, with just one passionate kiss?
    “There’s a chill in the air,” he said and turned to close the barn door.
    “Leave it open,” she said firmly, a hint of desperation in her tone.
    “You’re cold, Jenna.”
    “Please, Blue. Don’t close the door.” Her eyes met his searching, as if he should know something that she wouldn’t voice.
    One last glance at the bodice of Jenna’s chemise told him, yes indeed there was a chill in the air. He inhaled sharply and forced his focus to the new litter as he strolled over. “They look like rats, all damp and bony like that.”
    Jenna bent down to stroke Button, who was busy at the moment nursing the five newcomers. “They do not, Blue Montgomery. They are just darling. Don’t you listen to him, Button. He’s just being silly.”
    He smiled and bent down next to Jenna. Stroking the new mama’s head, he amended his first impression. “Okay, so maybe they are a little bit cute.”
    She laughed and the sound filled the barn like a melodious song. “Nothing like new babes to make a mama proud. Right, Button? One day, I’ll know the feeling.”
    She froze then and he saw a deep red flush come to her face.
    “You want children, Jenna?”
    “I, uh… I do,” she admitted, but kept her attentionon the kittens. “I shouldn’t have said that.” She drew down on her lip.
    “Why not? If it’s the truth.”
    “Of course it’s the truth. It’s just that until your memory returns, it’s a bit awkward speaking of such things.”
    He stood, then reached down to take Jenna’s hand, lifting her to her feet. They stood inches apart. He studied her eyes, noting confusion there. “And what if I never get my memory back, Jenna? What then?”
    “I don’t…know.”
    “We can’t go on thinking I’ll remember something. I don’t recall what we shared. Not one bit.” He softened his tone. “We have to face the fact that I might never remember you.”
    Jenna shut her eyes, her pain nearly tangible. He sensed she was a woman who experienced each of her sentiments with strong emotion, this one causing her, arguably, the most injury. “I thought by now you might.”
    “Yes, by now, I should have had some recollections of who and what I am. But it’s been weeks. I’ve read the letters, Jenna, and that hasn’t helped, either. The way I see it, we should start out fresh and new. Just like those scrappy little kittens over there. I have no past, Jenna, but together, we might have a future. Do you want that?”
    He wanted this woman. He had since the firsttime he’d opened his sore eyes and saw her tending his wounds. This woman who smelled magnolia sweet and looked pretty as a picture even with dirt smudging her face and those locks of wheat-colored hair in messy disarray.
    He wanted to keep the joy on her face. He wanted to take the burden of running the farm off her slender shoulders. He wanted to love the land the way she did.
    And most of all, he wanted to love her…in his bed and out. He wanted to love her in all ways that mattered. It nearly shocked him to the bone to feel this way, since he didn’t have a real good handle on his emotions. How could he, when he barely knew the man that he was? But he knew one thing. He wanted Jenna Duncan.
    “What’s your middle name?” he asked.
    “W-What?” Both dimples popped out again when she