" She stared at her hands resting in Wyatt’s. His were warm, large, and rough, browned by the sun. A rancher’s hands, familiar with work. A puckered scar ran the length of the top of his left thumb. She’d never noticed that before. The skin looked long healed. Perhaps it was something from boyhood . . . His thumb began to make slow, patient circles over the tops of her fingers, and the effects of his tenderness spread throughout her entire body. Her thoughts took a backward skip to Judge Hawkins’s comment about procreation, and she blushed as her thoughts penciled in another blank. "

― Tamera Alexander , The Inheritance