Her Cowboy Hero. Carolyne Aarsen

      “So can I,” Tanner said, laying his hand on hers to stop her.

      She recognized his usual response to her oft-spoken protest. And for the same slow second she felt the warmth of his hand on hers. The old rhythms of their old relationship.

      Her thoughts slipped, unwanted, back to that moment last night when he had helped her bandage her hand. The feel of his hand so familiar it created an ache deep in her soul. A yearning for what could never be.

      Then he snatched his hand back and Keira felt her chest crumple.

      It was a good thing he wasn’t staying at the ranch anymore. Seeing him every day was too much a reminder of what she had lost.