Dermot Harding is ten years older than me. A family friend. An employee on my father's ranch. But I've loved him as long as I can remember. At eighteen, I kissed him and he pushed me away. He said I was too young. The army took him from me for three long years, but now he's back at Gold Rush Ranch-looking at me like he's never looked at me before. Letting his hands linger longer than they should. Offering to help me train...