Forget the muck that was still swirling around the city, the Big Horn Mountains loomed in the distance, blanketing Hannah in the warmth of belonging. She’d never been much of an outdoorsy person before Jeremy had dropped her off on Riker’s land, but she’d done a whole lot of changing over these past few weeks. Plus, the last time she’d traveled this washed-out road, she’d been sure she’d never see this place again. Hanging her head out the window, she inhaled the earthy fragrance. Mother Nature’s perfume and she was a natural kind of gal. It had rained for the past week, but today it was sunny and the mud puddles were beginning to dry up. Riker leaned back, one hand out the window to catch the breeze and the other hanging limply over the steering wheel. He dared to take his eyes off the road often, watching her like he was trying to figure her out. She didn’t mind. She felt free. “You ever been muddin’?” Riker asked in a deliciously deep voice. “What’s muddin’?”
