Her Rancher Rescuer. Donna Alward

A smile broke out on her face. She was really going to do this. Something spontaneous, maybe even a little daring—at least in her small world. “You won’t regret it, Jack,” she repeated. “You’ll see.”

      “I’m counting on it. Now get going. I’ve got to get back to the house and spend some time with the family.” He held out his hand. “Should we shake on it?”

      Amy peeled off her glove and put her hand in his. The moment their fingers touched sparks zinged up her arm and made her catch her breath. Her gaze rose to Jack’s and she saw the same electricity reflected in his pupils.

      “It won’t get in the way,” she assured him.

      He pulled his hand away from hers. “Boxing Day morning. I’ll pick you up on the way to the airport.”

      “See you then.”

      He didn’t get out of the car this time, didn’t go around to open her door or walk her to the steps. It was just as well. New boundaries had been set.

      She hurried up the patio stones to the front door and turned just in time to see him pulling away from the curb.

      He wouldn’t regret it. She’d make sure.

      Now she just had to break the news to her mother and pack her suitcase.