"That was some amazing riding," he said. "I underestimated you. It won't happen again." Once more, the pressure became too much, and she glanced aside. He stopped her, his hand cupping her chin. Never had she felt more small and insignificant than she did right then, as if the entire earth wasn't big enough for Neil Sanborn. Never had she felt more feminine, like the finest lace sewed to a leather vest. Estelle Moore was...