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their schedules were arranged, Jase was usually showered, dressed and heading out the door by the time Allie woke up, but this morning she’d woken up early and couldn’t fall back asleep.
    “I thought I’d head to the main house early. There are several groups arriving today and I want to make sure I have their welcome packets put together with customized activity suggestions.”
    “Why are you sitting in the dark?” he questioned.
    “The morning was so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb it with artificial light,” she replied. It was true. She loved sitting in the dark on early mornings. Back at the main house, she’d often have her coffee on the front porch. There was an unmatchable serenity during those early hours. And when the sun began to rise, she felt unconquerable freedom, like anything was possible.
    And this morning she needed that.  One week had passed since she’d become Mrs. Allison Loretta Callahan.  She tried not to think of herself like that, lest she becomes too attached to the name. Or more importantly, the man.  Who was she kidding? She was already attached, but in less than three months they’d be ending this marriage, and Jase would be moving to the Triple M.  She’d only see him a few times a year, if that. 
    Last night, she’d had a dream that twisted her insides worse than a bucking bronco.  They’d reached the end of their three months.  Jase’s truck was loaded down with his belongings and he’d driven off, down the dusty, gravel road.  She’d chased his truck, screaming that she loved him, that she’d always loved him.  But he didn’t hear her and kept driving, never looking backwards.  She chased him all the way to the Triple M, running so hard her lungs burned, while her legs were on fire.  Finally, his truck stopped when he reached his new home, but she’d collapsed, unable to reach him.  She’d tried calling out to him again, but her voice was hoarse and low from the miles of screaming his name; then, a buxom blonde came out, greeting him with a completely inappropriate kiss.  That’s when she’d woken up, soaked to the bone in a cold sweat.  She’d jumped out of bed and ran to the living room to find Jase, relieved to hear the water in the bathroom running. It had only been a dream.
    For the first time, she regretted not just telling her parents the truth.  Was their further disappointment in her really worth this agony?  And that’s what it was.  Living with Jase was a slow, sweet torture. He’d been more than accommodating.  He’d even taken to wearing a shirt when she was there. He left her coffee in the morning. He’d entertained her and listened to her when she needed to talk.  He’d soothed her fears and calmed her nerves.  He’d been perfect.  If only he was truly hers, but Jase was a wild mustang who belonged to no one. To rein him in would be to change his very nature.
    Jase flipped the switch, turning the light on.  She hadn’t realized he’d left the room to dress and had returned.  Her eyes squinted, adjusting to the sudden brightness of the room. 
    “Sorry Allie Cat, I’ve never been good at feeling my way through the dark,” he told her.
    She rolled her eyes. Why did he insist on calling her that nickname? It made her think of a scrawny, annoying pest. He didn’t really see her like that, did he? It was too early in the morning for all these deep thoughts.
    “What’s on your agenda today?” she asked him, finding a neutral topic.
    “I’ll be working with that new stallion, Lightning, we bought last month. Dad said not to get him, but he was such a beauty at a great price, I couldn’t pass him up. His previous owners said he wouldn’t amount to much, despite his pedigree, because he’s not trainable, but I don’t agree.”
    “He’s a beautiful specimen. He’s the stud you want with Cinnamon, right?”
    “Yes, once I can get him trained.”  Jase pulled out a frying pan as he talked. “Want some