I woke with his jack covering me, a pounding head, and the knowledge that we had a bad night ahead augmented by the tension between us. I handed him back his jack without a word. I did not know how to thank him that day.
"Are you ready?" Standing at the side of the Wolf Craigs with the sun setting behind him, Hugh"s face was hidden. I saw him in silhouette with his broad shoulders, trim waist, and the flare of his hips leading to long straight legs.
"You look like some sort of Greek God," I said and immediately regretted my words as he turned away.
"That was meant to be a compliment," I added.
"I know it was," he said shortly. "Mount Kailzie and ride."
I mounted Kailzie and I rode, wishing I had never opened my mouth or tried friendship with this moody, capable, complex man. The Moss
