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while, the warmth of him was enough to push back the chill of the evening, but after a few minutes the chill began to win. And the worries began to ooze back.
    What. The hell. Did I just do?
    This wasn’t me. This wasn’t Amanda Sansom, who ate lunch in the lab because she didn’t want everyone staring at her in the break room. Who worked late instead of going out to bars and clubs because it was better not to try than to go out and come home alone. I didn’t attract men…certainly not men like him! But by some miracle, I had. And, presented with that chance, I’d jumped in feet first…and maybe ruined it. You weren’t meant to have sex on the first date…and this wasn’t even a date! And sex without a condom.... I worked through the dates. There was a chance I could actually get pregnant! Pregnant by a guy I barely knew! That was another whole side to this thing—him saying he wanted kids. I couldn’t be some country wife, living in Wyoming!
    “You okay?” he asked, nuzzling my neck.
    “Um-hmm,” I lied, eyes wide and staring.
    He kissed me just behind the ear. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Everything will be fine.”
    That reassured me. For about five seconds.
    “I’m not some guy who uses women and runs off,” he said. “I want you, Amanda. The whole nine yards. I want you here in Wyoming with me.” He kissed me again. “We can get married. We’ll fly your friends in from Atlanta—”
    I twisted around to look at him. “ What?!”
    “Don’t worry about the cost. And I can help you get a job here. And—”
    I jumped to my feet and started grabbing for my clothes. “This has been a mistake,” I said. “Oh, God, this is horrible.” I found my panties and pulled them on, then my jeans.
    “Amanda?” He was on his feet, still naked. “What’s wrong?”
    “What’s wrong?! You’re already planning our wedding and we haven’t—I don’t even—” I ran out of words, so I just gaped at him. Then I pulled on my bra and tank top, pushed my feet into my boots and started walking.
    “Amanda?” He didn’t sound angry, just worried. “Where are you going?”
    I was having a full-on freak out, now. “I don’t belong here,” I said. “This isn’t me! I can’t give you some down-home, cutesy-pie country life with apple pie and…and… lassoes!” It was all I could think of. “I like Starbucks and department stores and people and places where no one knows each other!”
    I ran over to Constantine and started to untether him. Russ had grabbed his jeans and was pulling them on as he hurried after me. “Amanda! Don’t! This is crazy! Do you even know the way back?”
    I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m not sure I was thinking at all. “I’ll…figure it out!” I said, swinging up into Constantine’s saddle. “I just need to be alone. I need to just—” I was breathing in hard, but I didn’t seem to be getting any air. “I just need to—”
    “Amanda,” he said quietly, “You’re having a panic attack. Calm. Down.”
    I was shaking my head. I could hardly hear him. I kicked my heels softly against Constantine’s sides and he started to move off. I saw Russ glance between me and Caesar, wondering, I knew, whether he should try to chase me on foot or stop and untether his horse. I urged Constantine into a trot. I hadn’t been aware that I was crying, but I could feel the wind cooling the hot tears on my cheeks. I just need to get away, I thought. Lose myself in the mountains. It’ll all be fine once I’m alone again. That’s how I should be: alone.
    Russ receded into the distance. Night was falling, the mountain paths a maze of shadows. Another few minutes, and I’d be out of sight….
    I pulled hard on the reins. Only years of training stopped Constantine from rearing up and throwing me. Instead, he stopped gently and then turned his head to look at me as if to say, “ What?”
    I just stared ahead of me.
    A moment later, Russ rode up, still shirtless. “Thank