““What’s the matter? Can’t hear what I’m saying about you?” He raised a dark eyebrow at her. “Well, for starters, I hope this gray horse of mine reaches over and takes a big bite out of your thigh. And I hope it’s painful as heck and you need my help, because I’ll never again help you.” He rested the hand holding the reins on his thigh, as though tempting fate. “You know, Aunt Ruth said she never met a man she didn’t like, but she never met you. I’ll bet you would try her good Quaker soul to its further limits.””
