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smooth. There were no visible marks on her clear skin ... skin that he had an overwhelming desire to touch and see if it was as smooth as it looked.
    The woman thought about it for a moment and then said, “I guess I have no choice since your cattle ran me off the road.”
    Noah laughed at her constantly changing story. “But before I allow some reckless driver to ride my horse, I don’t believe I caught your name either.”
    The woman paused for what seemed like an eternity before giving him her answer. Didn’t she know her own name? Or was it that she didn’t want to tell him. She finally responded. “Kenya. Kenya James.”
    â€œPleasure to meet you, Kenya,” Noah replied. “Stay here. I’ll go get Max.”
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    The sexy cowboy was gone for a few minutes, giving Chynna enough time to collect her wits. What the hell had just happened? Had she just told him she was her sister? But what else could she have done? She couldn’t exactly tell him who she really was, a runaway pop star trying to find herself. She doubted he would believe her. Then again, did cowboys like him even listen to the Hot 100 on the radio? He probably had no idea who she really was, which wasn’t a bad thing. Anyway, she’d told him she was Kenya. She’d made her bed, and now she was going to have to lie in it.
    He returned several moments later with the reins of the thoroughbred firmly in his hands—strong, calloused hands from what she could see. These were hands that would know what to do with a horse ... or a woman’s body, for that matter.
    Now that she wasn’t so blurry-eyed from the crash, she could really take her time and assess just how handsome the cowboy was who had rescued her.
    Noah Hart was classically handsome with warm brown skin, a strong chin and jaw, closely cut hair, a permanent five o’clock shadow and a disarming smile that when he chose to bestow one caused a warmth to spread through her loins. He was dressed simply in casual jeans and a jean shirt.
    â€œDo I pass inspection?” Noah asked, breaking into her thoughts.
    Chynna blinked several times. “What was that?”
    Noah motioned to the sky that had turned overcast all of a sudden and was turning darker instantly. “Storm clouds. We need to get a move on if we want to make it to the ranch.”
    â€œDo you think we’ll make it there in time?” Chynna asked as he gave her a lift onto the back of the horse. He didn’t seem to mind, placing his hand on her bottom and hoisting her over.
    â€œJust enough,” Noah said as he quickly jumped astride the horse behind Chynna before she had time to object about how close he was to her. Noah grabbed the reins of the horse and took off in a gallop.
    â€œWhat about the Jeep?” Chynna asked, peering over him to look at the stranded vehicle.
    â€œDon’t worry. I’ll take care of it,” Noah said as his muscled arms surrounded her and led the horse in the direction of what Chynna could only assume was his family’s ranch.
    Noah was quiet on the twenty-minute ride across the grassland. Chynna noticed that the Hart ranch must be pretty extensive, because they passed tons of cattle and horses grazing, a hay storage facility, stables, a dozen smaller guest cabins and another row of mini-houses she assumed housed the onsite staff.
    Unfortunately, they didn’t beat the rain, which had started coming down five minutes earlier. By the time Noah guided the horse into the covered stables, Chynna was soaked head to toe.
    Noah disembarked first, not caring about his appearance, but Chynna was mortified. She’d left the house wearing nothing but a tank top, shorts and her tennis shoes. She’d never thought to bring a change of clothes, because she’d assumed she’d be back in her villa.
    â€œOkay, princess?” Noah held out his arms to her.
    â€œI’m soaked,” Chynna complained from