"I look at that woman and all my neurons start firing at once," Devlin said. "My head shuts down and that's not the worst of it." But he wasn't about to describe the effect she had on his body. Even if the stallion was looking particularly supportive. The memory of A.J. in his arms was potent enough without adding to it the power of words. "What the hell am I going to do?" If the stallion had an answer, he wasn't sharing, and Devlin pulled away from the stall with a frustrated groan. "To top it off, she's got me turning to a horse for advice." --