He unhooked a long spear from his saddle, offering its blunt end down as a handhold. “I’m Briar.”
She blinked meeting his gaze and grasping the shaft. “Pepper.”
“I like pepper.”
His words evoked her smile. She forced a glance away too late to hide it.
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