We slow our horses to a trot as Ambrose leads us into the woods and down into the valley. There is a lake in the center where the land dips. I follow him to the lakeside where he dismounts.

“I’ve never been here,” I say. Although, I wasn’t one for sightseeing.

“Secret spot,” he tells me. He walks over and helps me down. I land in front of him, his hands on my waist.

Somehow, I’m even more attracted to him now. Maybe it was seeing him ...