Because she and Walker were friends. Friends. And nothing more. They were friends and she liked it that way.
She jumped to her feet and glared at herself in the mirror to punctuate the point.
And she ignored the tiny voice in her heart that said she did care, she’d always cared—and that was never going to change.
Copyright © 2014 by Christine Rimmer
The Christmas Ranch
Copyright © 2014 by RaeAnne Thayne
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