"After months of patient hint-dropping and carrot-dangling, today was the day he would finally break through Tori's resolve and convince her to take their partnership from strictly business to something more. He'd been aching for that something more for over a year now, but every time he'd broached the subject, she'd made it clear she had no interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with any man. He supposed he should take comfort in the fact that it wasn't him she objected to but his gender as a whole. It still didn't sit well, though. It wasn't fair of her to paint him with the same brush that she painted every other trouser-wearing yahoo who crossed her path. Especially the one who had put her off men in the first place. Ben had no idea who the scoundrel was or what he had done, but he didn't doubt the man's existence. She'd never spoken of a husband, and always introduced herself as Miss Adams, not Mrs., so he figured whoever had fathered Lewis had probably not seen fit to put a ring on her finger first. And he'd remembered the terror in her eyes when they'd first met. He'd once worked with a horse that had that same look, who'd spooked every time he'd tried to get close. That gelding would kick and bite and run every chance it got. Turned out, its previous owner had taken pleasure in applying his spurs and whip. It took months to earn that roan's trust--months where he'd endured bites and kicks, months of letting the animal run away without forcing his cooperation--but in the end, the roan came around and became the best saddle horse Ben had ever owned. Tori had suffered at a man's hands--of that Ben was certain. But now that she'd had months to get used him, to stop spooking every time he spoke to her or walked into her store, it was time she ceased viewing him through the lens of her past and saw him as his own man--strengths, flaws, and everything in between. Well, maybe not the flaws. Not all of them anyway. He wanted to recommend himself to her as a potential husband, not scare her off for good. "If"