QUOTE : Miss Andrews, you’re late.” “How’d you know it was me?” Her voice was unusually breathless. “Just because I can’t see you doesn’t mean I can’t smell you.” “What!” He could just imagine what she looked like now. He glanced over his shoulder, and indeed, her hands had found her hips. “You smell like horse and whatever salve you use on your animals.” “I can’t believe you just said that loud enough for the students to hear.” He chuckled. “They know what you smell like too, whether or not I say it aloud.” He turned and put a hand on her shoulder and lowered his voice. “Smelling like you do isn’t a bad thing, not if we like you.” “And do you like me?” His cheek twitched. “Of course.” “When did that happen?” He cleared his throat. “I . . . I’ve always liked you.” Her