Totoka River Riding horses cloaked in grey

She edged toward him. He kind of reminded her of her father, but with both eyes intact. Indigo burned into his gold, searching. Neither of them said a word until she decided to pipe up, her voice unremarkable and small.

Are you alone? Blueberry asked.

She glanced into the stream, watching the water. Shifted her gaze, slowly, back to his. His muscular figure caught her breath in her throat. Not as handsome as Bronco—no one could match that—but of a similar cut, a similar attraction.

She cleared her throat. D'you want company?