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“Because you hold on to the past.”
He crossed his arms and glared down at her. “Maybe you let it go too easily.”
She righted herself, her height still slight compared to his imposing frame. It didn’t seem to faze her. “I look toward the future.”
He lowered his voice to a husky whisper, “You fill your life with material things that don’t really matter.”
“I see the value in change,” she whispered in return, “new technology, improved medical techniques.”
“You think traffic, smog and kids who are so bored they resort to drugs to entertain themselves are good things?” He made a clicking sound with his teeth. “That’s selling out your soul for a buck, Suzanne.”
“The advantages override the flaws, Rafe.” A spark of anger brightened the inky depths of her eyes, and the sun’s golden rays left amber flecks in her hair as she scowled at him. Her spunk sent an undercurrent of awareness zinging through him.
He had thought there was nothing more beautiful than horses running free over the mountainside, nothing more dangerous than a wild one, fighting to run free. He suddenly realized he was wrong.
Suzanne Hartwell was both heartstoppingly beautiful and wild. And far more dangerous.
Doing the only smart thing he could, he turned and walked away from her. “Come on, let me give you your first riding lesson. Once you feel the mare beneath you and experience the heavenly places he can take you, you may change your mind.”
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