It was funny--the way she rushed me off after you.

As if there weren't two--" Was it Glenn's eyes or the movement of his hand that checked her utterance?
His gaze pierced her soul.

His hand slid along her arm to her waist--around it.

Her heart seemed to burst.
"Kick your feet out of the stirrups," he ordered.
Instinctively she obeyed.

Then with a strong pull he hauled her half out of the saddle, pellmell into his arms.