Donovan shook his hair dry and combed his fingers through it. Dust floated to the surface of the water in the porcelain bowl and he tossed it in a splatter off the side of the back porch. He rubbed his stubby cheek with his thumb, deciding if he would shave or not, when fatigue overruled his desire for further hygiene. He would do it tomorrow. He heard a rider and figured it to be Luke until he heard a female’s voice. Rounding the corner of his log home, he stopped short. What on earth was she doing here? Aurora traded him a smile for his scowl and she dismounted without a proper welcome to. Donovan questioned his cowhand’s judgment, obviously pushing the realms of their relationship. “Luke?” “She wanted to see you, Boss. I’m sorry.” “You’re sorry?” Aurora said to Luke in wonderment. “Whatever for?” She looked Donovan up and down with purpose. “I’m here to pay my debt to you. I apologize.
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