“Althea.’ Her name sounded like a melody and he leaned across the gap between their horses, his gaze dropping to her lips, his voice low. ‘There is nothing more attractive than a woman who knows what she wants.’ Her body went taut. Hawthorne hesitated, before pulling away. ‘Remember that.”

“Althea.’ Her name sounded like a melody and he leaned across the gap between their horses, his gaze dropping to her lips, his voice low. ‘There is nothing more attractive than a woman who knows what she wants.’ Her body went taut. Hawthorne hesitated, before pulling away. ‘Remember that.”

— Helen Scheuerer