laughed. It was a great sound. He leaned back and adjusted his hat while he watched her and Gypsy finish tackling the descent.
“You’re making me nervous,” she finally admitted. “Keep going. You don’t have to wait.”
“Yeah, I do, but I won’t watch. How’s that?” he said, amusement in his voice as he wheeled his horse around.
She darted a look from the rocky snow-dusted ground to his broad shoulders. “Not much better,” she murmured.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” She held her breath until she and Gypsy were safely down the slope and standing beside Jesse.
He eyed the blanket that was again sagging off her back but he made no move to fix it. Crazily, she wished that he would. It was only curiosity, an experiment to see if she felt anything from him touching her again.
Her gaze was drawn to the shallow cleft in his chin, already dark with stubble. The flutter picked up, right behind her breastbone, and suddenly she was anxious to get back to the Sundance. To be in her car and away from the bewildering McAllisters.
Away from Jesse.
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