He took her by the wrist and turned her from her task.“Abigail, when I came home and found you here, I was afraid to let you stay. But I needed you. I couldn’t handle the horses, the farm, and Rachel without your help. The decision to let you stay was selfish on my part. You were convenient and I was only thinking of myself.”The neck of his shirt was open, exposing his pulse just above his collar bone. Her eyes traveled from her wrist, up past his scruffy chin to his strong mouth, but she couldn’t go any further. The spoon clattered out of her grasp and onto the floor. She needed her hands empty—maybe to hold him or maybe to slap him silly if his latest offers were as hollow as those of that morning.“Staying here was practical on my part, too,” she said. “You don’t owe me an apology for that.”“But things have changed, haven’t they? I can walk now. I don’t need a hired hand in the fields or the stable, and yet . . .” He took her empty hand and threaded his fingers between hers.
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