The day was cool, the sky blue, and the horse reveled in the pleasure of his freedom from the confines of travel. If only shaking off a difficult experience were so simple for a man. Difficult. Complicated. Exasperating. Mystifying. Just like the woman who had caused it. Ian pushed away from the fence, sparing a moment to glance at a nearby field of mares. Heads down in the grass, they remained entirely oblivious to the stallion’s proud cavorting. Just like women. One woman. One damn blast impossible woman he couldn’t stop thinking about. Miles away and a sennight since he’d last seen her—her hazel eyes wide with the same confusion he’d felt in his gut every moment since then—and still he couldn’t get her out of his head. He started toward the stable, the late afternoon sun warming the back of his neck. It was over. While at the time it seemed like an eternity, it had lasted less than a fortnight.
