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Jace Rice was tired of being the nice guy—what in the hell rong with hi for the woman who’d captured his heart, he’d handed her over to anotherwith her

Today he’d see Irene Fairchild for the first time since he decided to be noble instead of smart Later, he and Tucker, his tould drive over the pass from Aspen to Crested Butte to spend the holiday with their cousin Ben and his fahter, Irene

The day he’d met her, he was on his way to the barns at Black Mountain Ranch, hoping to go for a long, quiet ride Guests would begin arriving at the dude ranch the folloeek, and eer have time for afternoon pleasure rides

When a car ca down the dirt road, his first inclination was to tell the driver to slon, but when it caed his mind

“What’s your nairl?” he’d asked when she opened the door and stepped out He’d tipped his hat, welcos to her cabin

When she’d told hined, he’d been as surprised to hear it was one of the few single cabins, as he was by his reaction If anyone had asked, Jace would’ve said he had no interest in a su Irene would be sleeping in her cabin alone sent his ether

Soot under his skin the moment he met her She was beautiful, but there was more to it Her blue eyes sparkled in the sun, and she had an easy laugh, but so or someone had hurt her, and even then, Jace vowed not to let anything hurt her again

“Thinking about her isn’t going to help” Tucker nudged him

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re thinking about her It’s over Move on”

“Not that easy”