Oh, how she’d love to wipe that silly grin off his face with a handful of mud! Suddenly the question crossed her mind. Why was she attracted to that… that… man?
She trekked back into the open field. He was behind her, and could still feel the grin on his face as his eyes bored into her back.
"My lord, it's bad enough knowing I will likely be the target of jokes for the remainder of the month—especially from those who know my skills in a saddle.”
"Not by me, or my family." He fell in step next to her. "I cannot tell you how many times I walked back after getting thrown from a horse." He grinned at her again. "Of course, I was a child when that happened last."
"I would rather have been thrown," she mumbled, pride eating at her that she’d lost control of a horse while on the ground. In he
