"He really was a good man. A gentle man. That's why she couldn't close the door on her memories, not completely. Because Ben Porter had wormed his way into them. Standing up for her against the lecherous farmer. Taking her side without question, even against Lewis. When thoughts of her past life in Deer Spring had pounced on her like a mountain lion on a jackrabbit, she'd reached for him. And he'd been there. Solid. Strong. Solicitous. He'd not pulled away from her touch, even though she knew she must have left marks with the force of her grip. Heat flared in her cheeks as she recalled how he'd had to peel her fingers away from his forearm in order to clasp her hand. And, oh, how it had felt to have his large hand surrounding hers. Warm. Supportive. Wonderful. As if she had an ally. One who'd stand by her side no matter what came. She'd only ever felt that way with Emma and a handful of the ladies in Harper's Station. Never with a man. "Keep"