Crossing my arms, I watch as she gets to work. Her moves are awkward and reluctant. She’s all legs and attitude as she scoops hay from the pile and moves it to the loft. A darkness settles over me. I swallow hard, tamping down the anger, the ache. She reminds me of Savannah. Spoiled. Bright. Trouble. Dangerous, beautiful trouble. I need Reese off this ranch and out of my mind.
