The way she seemed to want him near, yet at the same time wouldn’t let him get too close, only made him more determined.
It was an entirely new game of cat and mouse, and he’d be lying if he pretended it wasn’t fun to chase her just a little.
The day had come. Madelaine Peterson had to leave the ranch to keep her siblings safe. She’d wrapped Belle, who was rather tiny for her age, in a shawl and strapped her to her front. She grabbed Simon, placed him on the saddle, and then climbed up behind him.
Everything seemed to go smoothly—until a gunshot sliced through the air. Madelaine couldn’t control her movements, and before she knew it, all three of them were thrown off the mare’s back.