Entangled Hearts by Yahrah St. John Page B

himself to the ground to avoid the car that smashed into the ranch’s fence.
    â€œWhat the hell?” Noah swore as he rose from the ground and wiped off the grass from his jeans. Then he noticed the airbag had deployed in the Jeep, and he rushed over to make sure the driver wasn’t injured.
    Swiftly, he opened the driver’s door. The driver was female. Her head was pressed down on the steering wheel, so he gently lifted her head to assess the damage. Her hair was in her face and when he brushed it back to check for cuts and bruises, he was surprised to see the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, save for the swelling bruise on her forehead.
    Her eyes flickered open, and he caught the specks of green in their murky depths. She blinked several times, clearly disoriented. “It’s okay,” he whispered softly. “You crashed, but you’re okay.”
    She glanced around her, unfamiliar with her surroundings, and Noah heard the sweetest voice ever say, “Where am I?”
    â€œOn my family’s ranch. You crashed into our fence.”
    â€œAh.” Chynna shook her head. “Now, I remember. A damn cow came at me and attacked.”
    Noah chuckled, amused by her word choice. “I highly doubt he attacked you. Cows don’t like vehicles. She was just trying to get away from your Jeep.”
    â€œDidn’t seem that way to me,” Chynna said as she unsuccessfully tried to move and disentangle herself from the seatbelt wrapped around her. “Wait a second. Are they yours?”
    â€œYeah, why?”
    â€œYou need to warn your cows about drivers on the road.”
    â€œWell, you’re the one on private property,” he responded evenly.
    â€œAm I?” Chynna asked, scratching her head. “I must have made a wrong turn on the way back to Canyon Ranch.”
    So she was one of those women, Noah surmised. Women who have so much free time on their hands they have to sit around, getting pampered all the time.
    â€œHere, let me help you with that.” He leaned over to help unbuckle her seatbelt.
    â€œThank you,” Chynna said, then spun so she could lower her feet to the ground, but when she did, the ground all of sudden began to spin around her, and she clutched the muscled arm of her rescuer.
    â€œEasy,” Noah said. “You just hit your head and need to take it easy.”
    The woman attempted to shake him off, but he had a firm hand on her arm to keep her steady.
    â€œI can take care of myself,” she said.
    â€œThat’s debatable,” Noah replied.
    Her eyes narrowed at him.
    â€œWhy don’t you let me take you back to the ranch? We’ll get you looked at, and I’ll get someone to take care of your vehicle.”
    â€œThat’s really not necessary,” she said and wiggled her arm out of his grasp to stand up straight.
    â€œI insist,” Noah pressed. “You need to have that bump looked at.” He inclined his head to the growing bump at the base of her hairline.
    The woman reached up to touch her forehead and a frown formed on her mouth.
    â€œSo, what’s it going to be?” Noah asked.
    â€œThat depends on two things,” she replied.
    â€œOh, yeah? What’s that?”
    â€œWell, first, I don’t know your name, and second, how are we going to get back to your ranch?” She glanced around and didn’t see any vehicles nearby.
    Noah offered her his hand. “The name’s Noah Hart. My family owns Golden Oaks Ranch. And our mode of transportation is that lovely horse.” He pointed to a stallion grazing about a hundred yards away.
    The woman pointed to the horse . “ You expect me to ride on that?”
    â€œDo you have a better idea? The only other way home is to walk, and I promise you in this eighty-five- degree heat, you don’t want to burn that pretty little skin of yours.”
    He noticed just how fair her café-au-lait skin was and just how