Dermot Harding is ten years older than me. A family friend. An employee on my father’s ranch.
But I’ve loved him as long as I can remember.
At eighteen, I kissed him and he pushed me away. He said I was too young.
The army took him from me for three long years, but now he’s back at Gold Rush Ranch—looking at me like he’s never looked at me before. Letting his hands linger longer than they should. Offering to help me train the racehorse I’ve always dreamed of owning.
I say that I’ve moved on, but our chemistry? It’s electric. It’s overpowering. And soon all our reasons for staying away from each other fall away, along with our clothes.
He says he’s too old and too broken for someone like me. He says we can never work. But his body tells another story.
I put my pride on the line for him once before.
Am I a fool to risk it again?
