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horse—misstepped and they went down. Neither got up.”
    The one time she’d been determined to win no matter whatthe cost, the two loves of her life had paid the price. From that moment on, her life had changed forever.
    She struggled to gather her composure. When she dared to look at Wyatt, the empathy and understanding in his eyes—two emotions she would never have expected from him—shook her. He cupped her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Hannah.”
    As it had in the barn, the warmth of his hand seeped through her shirt and her skin tingled beneath his touch. She tried to shake off the unwelcome response. “It was a long time ago.”
    â€œSometimes the losses of our childhood are the hardest to forget.”
    â€œThat sounds like the voice of experience.”
    â€œWe all go through tough times.” His fingers squeezed her shoulder, and the air between them changed, becoming charged and thick. His pupils expanded and his lips parted on a slowly indrawn breath.
    There was no denying or misnaming the tension expanding inside her until it almost crushed her lungs. Desire. For her boss. Her enemy.
    This can’t be happening. Not with him.
    Wyatt lowered his head. Every cell in her body screamed, Run.
    But she couldn’t.
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    Mistake.
    The word reverberated through Wyatt’s head even before his mouth touched Hannah’s, but the damned overwhelming compulsion that had steamed through him from the moment they’d met propelled him forward. Then the satiny warmth of her lips snagged him. Stopping wasn’t an option.
    She stiffened, but before he could react her mouth opened beneath his—whether in surprise or welcome he neither knew nor cared—then she relaxed against him, her soft breasts nudging his chest. He sipped from her lips, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy his craving.
    Greedy for a taste of her, he stroked his tongue across the lush, moist curve of her bottom lip. Her flavor hit him with the punch of a straight shot of single malt whiskey, making his head spin and his body temperature spike.
    Why her? Why did this woman who stood for everything he despised get to him? Hadn’t he been burned by her type often enough to learn his lesson? Before he could make sense of her strange magnetism or get his fill of her, she jerked back, eyes wide and wary, and slapped her fingers over her mouth.
    â€œYou can’t do that. You’re my boss.”
    Reality slammed into him like an oncoming train.
    Stupid move, Jacobs.
    There was no room for physical attraction in business. His life, work and home were in Asheville. He’d never intended Sutherland Farm to be anything more than a safe place for Sam to live out whatever lucid time he had remaining.
    Hannah’s presence had already forced Wyatt to spend more time here than he’d intended. But the haunted look in her eyes and the tragic story of her mother’s death had resurrected old baggage about losing his father. The difference was his father hadn’t died. He’d voluntarily walked away.
    â€œYou’re right. A personal involvement would be unwise.”
    But even as he spoke the words he registered her heavy-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks and erect nipples—sure signs that her hormones were pumping as rampantly as his. And as impractical and ill-advised as it might be, he wanted her. He locked his muscles against the urge to reach for her again.
    As if she’d read the desire in his eyes, she hitched a breath and retreated. “I won’t sleep with you, Wyatt. Not even to save my horses.”
    Oh, hell. “The survival of your rescue operation depends solely on the balance sheet. We’re mature enough to ignore any chemistry between us.”
    Her expression turned militant, that delicious bottom lip poking out. “There is no chemistry.”
    A blatant lie. The urge to prove her wrong charged throughhim. It would be so easy to take her into his arms,