Carter couldn't stop whistling, or humming. He closed his eyes and remembered the softness of Janelle's skin, her lips, and her scent unlike any other woman he'd ever been with or known, not that he'd been with very many.

He saddled up Pretty Girl and Goodfellow and walked them outside, ready for Janelle's riding lesson. The front door of the house slammed, and Janelle walked toward him. He gulped; she took his breath away. She wore blue jeans with mid-calf cowboy boots and a ...