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“What are you working on?”

“Apparently someone stole fifteen Shires.”

“Fifteen… Shires? What are those?”

“They’re the biggest draft horses there are.”

“Bigger than Clydesdales?” Bryce asked in surprise.

“Yep. Clydesdales are sixteen to eighteen hands, while Shires are seventeen to nineteen.”

Bryce waved her hand over her head. “You lost me.”

“I’ll explain another time. I should get going now. How about I pick you up at eleven on Saturday?”

“That works for me.”

They locked eyes and smiled at each other until Luke finally broke the silence.

“You’re killing me.”

“I wouldn’t want to do that. I was just thinking about that kiss.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why did you then?”

“Those lips are hard to resist.” Luke took a step closer.

“Do you think you can resist now?” she whispered.

“I—”

“Do you even want to?” she leaned in closer.

“No.” Luke pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

When she wrapped her arms around his waist, he put his hands on her ass and pulled her tighter against him. She moaned, making him groan, but they broke apart when Leah cried.

“I think she wants your attention.”

Bryce laughed. “She probably needs her diaper changed.” She tilted her head. “Want to try it?”

“Not only no, but hell no.” He kissed her forehead. “I should go.”

“Okay, I’ll see you Saturday. I’m going to decorate the window with green lights.” Bryce tilted her head. “Want to help me?”

“I’d love to. I’ll see you on Saturday.”

“I can’t wait.”

Luke grinned. “Neither can I. I’ll talk to you soon.” He gave her a quick kiss and walked out the door.

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Bryce stared out the window watching for Luke’s truck. She was so anxious to get out again.

There were still things at her apartment in Minnesota, but she didn’t pack them up because she thought she’d return. She couldn’t do that now. If she returned to Minnesota, Mick would know, and she couldn’t let him ever know where she was.

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