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I’d been careful about my directions.

I wasn’t that familiar with this particular area of the ranch, and the last thing I’d needed was to get lost.

I was carrying a child now in a high-risk pregnancy.

I had to be extremely careful and not take any unnecessary risks.

I wrapped my scarf around my face, more than a little worried about Lucky.

I’d keep my eyes peeled on the way back and hope I’d find her. The problem was that my girl was hard to spot at night with her dark coat. My only hope was to catch some eyeshine.

I trudged along, searching desperately for my pet as I headed toward the house.

I paced myself, moving at a comfortable speed.

I squinted as I saw what looked like a light in the distance.

That couldn’t be right.

I knew I’d have to walk to the top of the rise in front of me before I’d have any kind of view of the house.

Nevertheless, the light got brighter and brighter until I could recognize someone on a horse.

It had to be Asher.

Who else would be out here in this weather?

Apparently, his long meeting was over.

The horse pulled up right in front of me, and Asher reached down for my hand.

“Get up here,” he said in an obviously pissed-off tone.

He was mad.

Really mad.

I could hear it in his voice.

Maybe I should have left a note or called him, but I’d been so focused on recovering Lucky that I hadn’t thought about it.

I’d also had no idea how long his telephone meeting would last. It had gone on for a really long time before I’d gone outdoors.

I held out my hand, and he leaned down and grasped my forearm.

We’d done this maneuver before, and I put my foot on his sturdy boot to catapult myself into the saddle.

I faltered a little because he pulled me into the front of the saddle instead of behind him.

He wrapped a blanket around my body, snaked a powerful arm around my waist, and headed back to the house at a comfortable canter.

The doctor had advised me not to ride, but I did need to get back home and Asher would rather die than to let me fall.

I wasn’t worried about my safety.

Asher didn’t say a word.

We rode in silence for a few minutes until I finally said, “Lucky is gone—”