“Genevieve Lawrence—will you do me the honor of being my fake bride?”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Don’t ruin this special moment for me.” He moved the hay ring back and forth for her to see. “It’s not every day I get engaged.”

“Fine,” she said with an annoyed sigh as she held out her left ring finger. “I will be your fake bride, Knox. But only if you win the wager and show up tomorrow.”

The cowboy stood up and slipped the makeshift ring made of hay onto her finger. Did she imagine it, or did a small shock pass between them when he took her hand in his? She looked at that ring encircling her ring finger; she had never thought to see any type of ring on that finger for years, if ever. Even a hay ring made her feel boxed in like a trapped wild animal. Genevieve swayed backward and put her hand on the door to steady her body. She was well-known for her nerves of steel when she was off-road racing or vaulting on the back of her horse—why were those nerves failing her now?

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