Chapter 23
Harriet’s eyes opened wide, her mouth open in a perfect “Oh.”
He kissed her again. “You should marry me, not Zach or Sir What’s-It, your farmer.” He hadn’t planned to propose, but now that he’d said the words, he realized he meant them.
She reared back, and he rolled so they were both on their sides, facing each other. He cradled her head in one curved arm, stroking along her jawline with his free hand. Now he could see her brow furrowed in confusion.
“Whyever do you think I’d be interested in marrying Zach?”
He stroked the pad of his thumb over her lush, kiss-swollen bottom lip. “He said he was going to make you an offer.”
“He did.” She kissed his thumb. “An offer to buy my share of Tesoro.”
The horse? What he’d seen had been about the damn horse?
Nick let his head fall
