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thought about the wedding, it was with a pealing of alarm bells that made her gut tie itself into knots.
    Up until a few days ago, she’d had herself convinced she wasn’t making a mistake. She just needed time to get used to the idea of getting married. She was twenty-five years old. She could take care of herself and had been doing just that since she’d landed her first job, a pure stroke of luck while she was still in college.
    Bo had money in the bank, she had a great career and she had a man who adored her. What more could she want? Logically, there shouldn’t be anything.
    So why was she so miserable?
    From the corner of her eye, she saw a horse and rider approach. She didn’t even have to see him to know who it was. Logan. Nor did she have to see him to react. Her skin felt hot and tight. Her heart banged away within her chest with a force that made her breathless. Her muscles felt like putty. Only one person on earth had that effect on her and she’d been running from him for four years.
    Like she sensed her rider’s mood swing, Mist shifted and Bo reached out a hand, soothing the mare.
    The bastard always did this to her. She’d had a serious crush on him the entire time she was growing up. Getting away from him at college had seemed to make it a little easier and it had been so damn necessary. Bo liked keeping a certain distance between herself and everybody else. Except her dad, and even with him, there were some boundaries she didn’t want to cross.
    Her mother’s death had hit both of them hard and William Martin had always been there for Bo but he never really recovered from Isabo’s death. Bo didn’t ever want to go through the pain her dad had gone through. Sometimes it made her feel like a coward.
    Bo looked like her mom, though she did have her dad’s eyes. She’d been named Isabo Dawn, after her mother. She’d been Bo pretty much since birth. Her memories of her mother were vague but they centered around a woman so pretty that she’d looked like an angel in Bo’s eyes. She’d loved to laugh. She’d loved to dance.
    Isabo had loved life, plain and simple.
    Bo preferred to hide from it. And she’d been doing pretty well, until Logan. He’d shattered her defenses four years ago and if she let him close enough, he’d do it again.
    All the more reason to marry David , she told herself. She liked David. She even loved him. He was funny. He was sweet. He made her laugh. She’d marry him and in a year or two, they would talk about having kids.
    Maybe. The kid thing was still a maybe for her. She might be able to maintain distance with those around her but having kids would shoot that straight to hell. So the jury was still out on that one. David had already told her that it was her decision.
    Bo grimaced. Too often, David’s answers were along those lines. Whatever makes you happy , Bo .
    Lately, Bo had been thinking, How about an argument ? If an argument will make me happy , will you give me one ?
    David didn’t argue. He persuaded and cajoled or he went along with her. Bo hated to admit it but that was fast becoming boring.
    Logan ’ s never boring . The minute that little voice whispered those words inside her head, Bo wanted to scream. No. Logan wasn’t boring. Her palms went damp just thinking about him. If she took off now, she just might be able to avoid him. She’d been doing that for too long.
    Ever since … Bo winced and shied away from that thought. She didn’t want to think about that night. She couldn’t think about that night.
    “You going to take off running again, Bo?”
    Shit. She took a deep breath and hoped her nerves weren’t showing on her face. She’d gotten very, very good at hiding her emotions but Logan tended to shatter her control.
    “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bo lied as she looked at him. Mist shifted a little as Logan and Dervish drew closer. Absently, Bo stroked a hand down the mare’s neck. She made herself look at him as she