It wasn’t infatuation, not with her bee-stung boy’s shape and her sweat-stained western wear. It wasn’t fascination, not with her stuck-up nose and her snippy attitude. It was…something else. Or everything else. He couldn’t figure it out, and the mystery was making him reckless.
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