“On second thought, I’d rather ride.” His smoky gray eyes searched my aquamarine ones, and I schooled my expression to one of cold aloofness. He would not see my fear of being chained, stripped of control, and victimized once more. A hopeful grin spread across his face. “I can ride in the wagon with you, keep you warm? Then we won’t have to be apart,” he offered.
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