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will his hands warmed with the need to touch her and his mouth hungered for a taste of hers.
    She stood with her back to him, holding up something that looked like a map. The rise of her arms created an arch in her back and Trent could easily imagine how she would feel pulled against him that way. The swing of her hips, when she turned from Pete to the map then back to Pete, forced a lump into Trent's throat.
    The memory of how the delicate curve of her hips felt surfaced despite his efforts to hold it down. He remembered a lot more than that, but rehashing it all wasn't going to accomplish anything. All he wanted was to get to the phone and make that call. After he took care of that, he'd find one of those pubs and order that ice cold drink. Maybe a frosty beer would cool him off.
    Trent avoided Louise, who was intent on her conversation, deciding to hop the fence and head in through the side door. He almost made it without being noticed, but chanced a look at Louise right before he slipped into the barn and as a result, he tripped in a hole.
    "If you're going to go sneaking around, you should watch where you're going,” she said with a chuckle.
    "Who said I was sneaking around?” he replied in his own defense.
    She glanced pointedly toward the fence he'd hopped.
    Frustration made him frown. “Don't you have something important to do?"
    "As a matter of fact I do.” She stepped closer and smiled despite his grim expression. “And I'd like you to do it with me."
    That caught his attention.
    Without considering what he might be getting himself into, he headed toward her and Pete. He nodded a greeting at Pete and looked at the map Louise held. Solid and dotted lines of all the biking, hiking, and riding trails zigzagged across the island. “I didn't realizes the trails were so extensive,” he commented, genuinely surprised.
    A bright flash of excitement lit up her eyes. “Isn't it great?"
    At a loss for words, he shrugged. His gut tightened. Something was about to happen he wasn't going to like.
    "Pete's going to get a horse for me, so I can explore the island. I'm sure he'll be happy to get one for you too."
    Pete didn't wait for a response. “I'll get ‘em ready. Be right back."
    The old man's back jerked side to side as he shuffled off. Then the meaning of her words sunk in. Louise wanted him to go riding with her.
    "Will you be okay with those shoes, or do you have boots to wear?"
    Trent looked down at his feet, as if seeing his shoes for the first time. What difference did it make? He looked at her feet. She had on the same tan lace up work boots she'd been wearing that morning.
    She lifted one foot up, considering her footwear. “I used to have some show boots, but most of the time I wore these."
    Show boots . Of course she knew how to ride, and well. Trent did not like just realizing that fact as a pair of saddled horses was led to them. Pete handed him the reins of a huge white animal. He was supposed to sit on that thing?
    Mischief glinted in Louise's eyes. “Guess those shoes will have to do."
    She accepted the reins of a dark horse, scratched its neck, grabbed a chunk of mane, and like some cowgirl in a movie, swung into the saddle. The fluid motion made his head spin. If she expected him to do that, she was going to be disappointed. Or very entertained.
    The white horse swished its tail impatiently. Everything was happening too fast. Why did they have to explore the island anyway?
    She lifted one eyebrow and stared down at him. “You know how to ride, don't you?” He couldn't mistake the challenge in her voice.
    Honesty was the only policy for this. “No, I don't."
    She reached down to adjust her stirrup, or maybe to hide a smile. “Don't worry. I'll go easy on you."
    That didn't sound promising. “You'll go easy on me?"
    Her smile never faltered. “Of course."
    "Maybe I'm not going with you."
    "Yes you are.” She straightened in the saddle and moved her horse over so she stared down at him. “You