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left ankle reminded her of her clumsiness.
    She managed to push herself off the log, the pain in her ankle intensifying. Carefully resting her scraped hands on the pine-scented log, she maneuvered herself around and lowered herself onto the fallen tree.
    She looked down at her ankle. Her sturdy walking shoe was still secure on her foot, but as she peeled down her sock, flinching when her fingertips touched her injury, she could see that her ankle had started swelling already.
    “Please don’t be broken,” she muttered, then looked around the clearing. There was no sign of Mikhail and she wasn’t sure if she could limp back to the house without someone to lean on.
    Maybe if she called him. He might have finished his call and be on his way now. Patting the pocket of her beige capris for her phone, she realized she’d left it in her purse at the farmhouse. Her shoulders drooped. Great. What was she going to do now?
    Make sure she picked up her bracelet, she told herself grimly, heaving herself up and hobbling over to the cluster of orange flowers she’d noticed earlier - before she’d fallen over.
    Snatching her bracelet off the ground, she rested most of her weight on her good foot. Amber examined the broken metal clasp, then put it in her pocket with a sigh. At least she’d found her favorite piece of jewelry, but there was still no sign of Mikhail.
    She hobbled back to the log and sat down. Perhaps if she shouted for help, he would hear her.
     
    ***
     
    Mikhail finished his call and shoved the phone into the pocket of his jeans. His new client, an elderly man, liked to talk. Since his client lived alone, Mikhail surmised he was lonely, and did not mind spending a few minutes longer than necessary on the phone with the old man.
    But today, he’d been looking forward to spending time with Amber. He had been close - so close last night - to asking her to stay the night. Not even asking, but seducing her. But when the moment came, he had put his base desires aside and tried to focus on what was right.
    But he didn’t know how much longer he could last without undressing her, seeing her beautiful curves for the first time, showing her with his hands - and lips - just how much he wanted her. Needed her.
    Soon, he promised himself, aware that he’d been telling himself that since the first moment he laid eyes on her, when those two boys had almost knocked her down in the street.
    But while his groin tightened every time he saw her, he wanted the moment to be right for both of them. Although his kisses had become more demanding and passionate in the last few weeks, he did not want Amber to feel pressured into making love with him.
    And they would be making love.
    His jeans tightened at the thought of her, laid out before him on his king-sized bed, flushed with desire, and waiting for him. It had to be soon. Because the waiting was killing him.
    He strode out of the house, determined to give Amber a romantic stroll in the woods. And if they couldn’t find her bracelet, he would buy her another. Ten of them, if that would make her happy. And he did want to make her happy.
    His breath caught whenever she smiled at him. And when she kissed him he couldn’t believe he’d been able to show such restraint.
    He told himself to focus on more mundane thoughts as he entered the wooded area behind his house. The horse trails, the small patch of woodland and the wildflower meadow were all part of the reason he’d chosen to buy this ranch out of the dozens he’d looked at in Montana and Wyoming. For some reason, this place felt like home.
    “Amber?” He passed the clearing where they’d had their first picnic, a smile lightening his features as he remembered touching her cinnamon colored hair for the first time, soft as silk under his calloused fingers.
    When there was no reply, his smile faded. Although the area of woodland was relatively small, it would take a while to check every inch of ground for her bracelet. Perhaps she