To Have And To Hold. Myrna Mackenzie

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      Noah lingered for another few seconds before he returned outside. The friendly dog bounded to his feet again, demanding notice. The animal stayed for just a moment before darting past him and heading off around the side of the building. Noah instructed the kids to get out of the truck and told them to follow him. As he walked with the three children in a straight line behind him, he heard the sound of voices that got louder with every step. When he turned another corner he stopped. The breath kicked from his chest.

      A woman stood by the fence.

      Was this Callie Jones? Not too tall, not too thin. Curves every place a woman ought to have them. Her jeans, riding low, looked molded onto her hips and legs. Long brown hair hung down her back in a ponytail and his fingers itched with the thought of threading them through it. Noah’s heart suddenly knocked against his ribs. Lightning, he thought. Is this what it feels like to be struck by lightning?

      Noah probably would have taken a little more time to observe her if he hadn’t spotted his daughter sitting on the ground, her clothes covered in dust and a big brown horse looming over her.

      * * *

      “What’s going on here?”

      Callie jumped and turned around on her heels.

      A man glared at her from about twenty feet away.

      “Hey, Dad,” called Lily.

      Uh-oh. The father? He looked very unhappy. Callie switched her attention back to the girl sitting on the ground. She was sure Lily’s butt would be sore for a day or so. And she was thankful Indiana had stopped once he’d realized his inexperienced rider was in trouble. Which meant all that had really happened was Lily had slipped off the side. It wasn’t a serious fall. And she intended to tell him so.

      Callie wiped her hands down her jeans. “Hi, I’m—”

      “Lily,” he barked out, interrupting her and bridging the space between them with a few strides. “What happened?”

      She made a face. “I fell off.”

      “She’s okay,” Callie said quickly.

      “I think I’ll decide that for myself,” he said and helped his daughter to her feet.

      Lily dusted off her clothes and crossed her thin arms. “I’m fine, Dad.”

      Indiana moved toward Callie and nuzzled her elbow. “Good boy,” she said softly, patting his nose.

      “You’re rewarding him for throwing my daughter?”

      Heat prickled up her spine. “He didn’t throw her.”

      Silence stretched like elastic between them as he looked at her with the greenest eyes Callie had ever seen. It took precisely two seconds to register he was attractive. It didn’t matter that he scowled at her. She still had enough of a pulse to recognize an absolutely gorgeous man when faced with one. If she were looking. Which she wasn’t.

      Then she saw children behind him. A lot of children. Three. All blond.

      A familiar pain pierced behind her rib cage.

      “Lily, take the kids and go and wait by the truck.”

      “But, Dad—”

      “Go,” he instructed.

      Callie clutched Indiana’s reins tightly. Gorgeous, maybe. Friendly, not one bit.

      His daughter went to say something else but stopped. She shrugged her shoulders and told the smaller children to follow her. Once Lily and the children were out of sight the man turned to her. “What exactly do you think you were doing?”

      “I was—”

      “My daughter gets thrown off a horse and you just left her lying in the dirt. What if she’d been seriously injured?”

      Callie held her ground. She’d handled parents before. “She wasn’t, though.”

      “Did you even check? I’ll see your license revoked,” he said. “You’re not fit to work with children.”

      That got her mouth moving. “Just wait one minute,” she said, planting her hands on her hips for dramatic effect. “You don’t have the right—”

      “I do,” he said quickly. “What kind of nut are you?”

      Callie’s face burned. “I’m not a—”

      “Of all the irresponsible things I’ve—”

      “Would you stop interrupting me,” she said, cutting him off right back. It did the trick because he clammed up instantly. He really was remarkably handsome. Callie took a deep breath. “Your daughter took my horse without permission.”

      “So this is Lily’s fault?”

      “I didn’t say that.”

      He stepped closer and Callie was suddenly struck by how tall he was and how broad his shoulders were. “Then it’s your fault?” He raised his hands. “Your property, your horse … it’s not hard to figure out who’s to blame.”

      “She took the horse without my permission,” Callie said again, firmer this time, making a point and refusing to be verbally outmaneuvered by a gorgeous man with a sexy voice.

      His green eyes glittered. “So she was wandering around unsupervised, Ms. Jones?”

      Annoyance weaved up her spine. Ms. Jones? Nothing friendly about that.

      She took a deep breath and willed herself to keep her cool. “I understand how this looks and how you must feel, but I think—”

      “Are you a parent?” he asked quickly.

      “No.”

      “Then you don’t know how I feel.”

      He was right—she didn’t have a clue. She wasn’t a parent. She’d never be a parent. Silence stretched. She looked at him. He looked at her. Something flickered between them. An undercurrent. Not of anger—this was something else.

      He’s looking at me. He’s angry. He’s downright furious. But he’s checking me out.

      Callie couldn’t remember the last time she’d registered that kind of look. Or the last time she’d wanted to look back. But she knew she shouldn’t. He had children. He was obviously married. She glanced at his left hand. No wedding ring. Her belly dipped nonsensically.

      His eyes narrowed. “Have you any qualifications?”

      She stared at him. “I have an instructor’s ticket from the Equestrian Federation of—”

      “I meant qualifications to work with kids?” he said, cutting off her ramble. “Like teaching СКАЧАТЬ