How is this man so perfect? Why does he want me when I am so damaged? Jenaveve thought as Rían passed the waterskin to her, warming her instantly with his heart-stopping smile. Holding the reins of her horse with one hand, she reached out to take it. His fingers managed to linger enough to caress hers in the exchange, or perhaps she deliberately waited for his touch before she finally took the waterskin. Maybe it was both. Because she was anxious for his contact, she loved the feel of the secret touch. With the hours they had been riding, she felt herself becoming more and more annoyed with the space between them. It felt strange, even if they were only a few feet from each other, considering she had always ridden with him on his horse.
She missed his closeness. Missed his arm braced arou
