The next, her eyes rolled up and she fell to the ground. Or she would have, if Jesse hadn’t caught her. She was limp, her face bloodless, her lashes dark crescents against high cheekbones. Great, he thought, clasping her shoulders as he held her up. A trespasser who’d perfected the art of Victorian swoons. If she thought that was going to change anything, she was wrong. “Miss Cummings,” he said roughly. “Come on. Open your eyes.” He shook her, not altogether gently. Nothing happened, not even a flutter of those long, dark lashes. His mouth thinned. She really had fainted, right in the middle of what they’d have labeled a typhoon on the other side of the world. And he was stuck with her. The stallion nuzzled his shoulder. “Yeah, okay,” Jesse said grimly. He wrapped one arm around the woman, slipped the bridle from Cloud’s massive head and ran a rough hand over the animal’s neck. “Go home, boy.” The big horse trotted for the open barn door and Jesse clamped both arms around his unwelcome guest and did the same, running for the shelter of the house.
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