Excuse me," she said tartly, "but this is my horse. It is, in effect, my clearing as well, so if you don't mind I would prefer that you leave here at once."

Amused, he raised an eyebrow. "And if I said I preferred to stay?"

She drew a slow breath. "I would say that you were a nuisance and a trespasser, as impudent and lacking in scruples as any man I have ever had the misfortune to meet. And one who no doubt has had thoughts of poaching, even if he has not done so already."

He edged closer, and Catherine felt the heat of the midnight eyes rake her again.

"Indeed, I am beginning to have thoughts, Mistress Ashbrooke," he murmured. "But not of poaching.

Marsha Canham

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