“You’re a wild one, Marigold Evans,” he says, hanging his helmet off the handlebar. “Yeah?” I counter. “And why’s that?” He tilts his head backward and his blond hair falls into his eyes. “Because I have guy friends who wouldn’t dare go through tight trees like that at the speed you did.” I shrug. “I didn’t even realize how fast I was going.” It probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to take it a little more easy to stay safe. “That’s why I called you wild.” He gets off his ATV and stops next to mine. His elbow rests on my handlebar. I love his body language. It feels good to have a clear picture of
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