“She’s innocent. You should know . . . she’s never . . . she hasn’t—” “I know.” It’s obvious. She was so startled when I drew her aboard my horse. This is inappropriate. And I could see it when Asher finally unleashed his truths: her wide eyes, the sudden flush on her cheeks when he mentioned being on his knees or bent over a rail. Asher narrows his eyes, studying me. “She’s afraid you’ll hurt her. That you’ll force her.”
