Resisting the Alien Rider (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #3)

by Ursa Dax

She was right. I did not give out compliments often. To anyone. And yet I had dozens, hundreds of them lined up and waiting for her. I could tell her how lovely she looked right now, with her skin so soft and clean and her hair all loose and wet. I could tell her how much I admired her competence, her generosity, her spirit. I could tell her how her gentleness made me think of strength when in anyone else I would scoff at it and call it weakness. I could tell her how cursedly good she smelled. That I’d seen the bottoms of her tiny feet tonight and that I liked them just as much as the rest of her. I could tell her how when I first saw her on Fallon’s ranch, I felt every single particle of my being shift, minutely, but enough to tell me nothing would ever be the same. I’d experienced such a thing only once before, my first morning in this world, when I’d risen before dawn and watched the sun rise beyond the mountains for the very first time. I did not tell her any of this.

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