“Should I start another song, or should we...?”

Start another song, he wanted to say, but didn’t.

He had the orchard to build.

He had Gran and Amanda to support and, despite her reluctance to return to Slippery Rock, their other sister, Mara.

He wasn’t about to mess up the plans he had for a night with Savannah Walters, no matter how tempted he was to continue caressing her curves.

Reluctantly, Collin loosened Savannah’s hands from his neck and stepped back.

“Thanks for the dance. I’ll see you around,” he said and quickly left the bar, calling himself all kinds of a coward for doing so.

It shouldn’t matter who she was. It should only matter that she was a willing woman, he was a willing man and it had been nearly a full year since he’d...

But it did matter.

Savannah Walters was not the kind of woman to mess around with.