Chapter Seven
Snow was falling again by the time Samara guided the horse into the corral next to the barn. Despite promising herself that she wouldn’t look, the first place her gaze went was to the main house where the new guy had disappeared with Chad. He had been the only thing she could think about all morning while she worked.
Well, the alien and the strange northern light show coming off of him, she thought.
She dismounted and tied the reins of the mare to one of the posts. Chad’s truck was gone. She vaguely wondered if the man had gone with him or if he was still in the house. The thought that he could be inside, watching her, made her nervous.
“Get a grip, Samara,” she scolded herself. “You’ve barely shared six—okay, maybe more—words with him, but that doesn’t mean anything. Wha
