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itchy.”
    “Is this your saddle?”
    “No, I didn’t bring mine. It’s Liam’s.” He lifted his hand and pushed her hair away from her neck. “You smell good.”
    “I took a shower after my nap.” She twisted a little in the saddle before giving up, realizing she wouldn’t be able to look at him from this angle anyway. “I didn’t mean to—I meant to come out to help you with my car. What was wrong with it?”
    He sighed and shifted his arms around her. “Nothing that can be fixed until I can get a part. I called around at some of the part places and they don’t have it in stock, and won’t be able to get it until mid-week.”
    “What is it?”
    “Your starter is fried.”
    “They don’t have one at the parts store?”
    “Not for that make and model.”
    She knew, when she’d bought the vehicle off Craigslist, that she should get a car currently being manufactured, but the price had been too good to pass up. “I guess I can take a couple days off of work.” Though she really needed to save those days in case she had to go to court.
    “I can take you.”
    She huffed out an embarrassed laugh. “I am sure you didn’t come out here to be my personal chauffeur. Plus, it’ll take a ton of gas in that monster truck of yours. Maybe Grace will let me borrow her car.” God, she just wanted to be well-off enough that she could stop asking people for favors.
    “Teresa. I offered. I’m up early anyway. It’s no big deal.”
    She tried, really hard, to think of a reason he shouldn’t, other than he was already too attractive to her. Adding “nice guy” to the mix was damned irresistible. “I’ll—make you dinner one night, as a thank you.”
    “Sounds nice.”
    She felt the rumble of his words in his chest. For some reason his voice pitched lower for those two words.
    “I’m going to take her to a lope,” he said, lifting the reins. “Tighten your knees.”
    He brought his up behind hers to show her what he meant, and she felt the tensing of his strong thigh muscles against her legs. The sensation damn near had her melting off the horse. But before she could, he nudged the horse into a faster pace, first jarring her teeth with each step before easing into a rocking gait that had the scenery speeding past them, the wind blowing her hair against him. The sensation was—incredible, and surprised a laugh from her. He tightened his arms around her and she leaned into his chest, feeling the play of muscle against her back as he guided the horse in a looping circle around Liam’s five acres. Teresa barely felt the chill on her skin as they rode, West guiding the horse left and right, making Teresa laugh more as her stomach dipped.
    Beneath them, though, the horse started to tire, and Teresa felt the animal’s sides bellow as she slowed to a walk. West guided the horse to the barn. He dismounted and reached for Teresa, his hands strong on her waist, making her feel tiny and feminine. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he lifted her, and she realized the horse wasn’t the only one breathing hard.
    Her heart jumping in her chest, she lifted her chin in invitation. Before she could rethink her decision, he’d lifted her off her feet, turned her and pressed her against the wall of the barn. His lips, though, when they touched hers, were gentle, exploring, sliding over hers, cool and dry from their ride, before parting her lips and touching his tongue to hers.
    When she opened to him, he moved closer, pinning her between his hard body and the fresh lumber of the wall, filling her with his taste, coffee and fresh air and mint. She breathed him in, tightening her arms around his shoulders. God, those shoulders.
    And the way he kissed her, the rhythm not unlike the gait of the horse, forward and back, deeper, then softer. She let her tongue slide along his, exploring, seeing what made him tighten his grip on her hips, what made his breath catch. A thrill went through her at having power over such a big