Her heart flipped and churned until she was sure he would notice. Something had changed, but she tried not to get her hopes up. He wasn’t saying no any more, though nothing he said yet proved otherwise. He merely talked of horses and convenience, but those were obstacles, not refusal. This couldn’t truly be about his sweet tooth, but exactly what it was about, she didn’t know.
His tightly locked countenance told her nothing. Especially since even though his hood was up, he was almost too precisely beautiful to be real. The only indications that he was real were the slight exasperation of his breath and the fleeting emotions in his amber eyes.
‘I’m not a savior,’ he said.
She, of all people, knew no one was and that she didn’t deserve one. ‘I’m not asking you to be.’
He nodded once, scanned his eyes around the men before he said, ‘She rides with me.’
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