Gabriel wasn’t sure what his forgotten experience with women entailed, but he was almost certain he had never kissed a woman and then had her pretend it never happened after. Three days. For three whole days, Jocelyn had smiled, made small talk, and worked alongside him on the farm, but she hadn’t once brought up the kiss. Not to say that it shouldn’t have happened or even to propose that it should definitely happen again. It was as though the whole thing had never happened and had Gabriel not had a split in his lip where she had nipped at him with her teeth, he might have believed he had dreamt the whole thing or had a hallucination. But it had been real and his senses had stored up enough mementos to torture him mercilessly with every waking moment and in his dreams. He remembered the