The Black Sheep and the Hidden Beauty. Donna Kauffman

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      Chapter 2

      She’d felt him watching her, earlier, when she’d been working with Bonder. It wasn’t the first time, either. Far from it. He was steady about it, open. But in the two months she’d been at Dalton Downs, he’d never spoken to her or approached her. Considering he looked like six feet of raw sex dressed up in beautifully tailored clothes, she doubted very much it was lack of confidence on his part.

      So, she couldn’t quite figure out what it meant. She doubted it was any kind of personal interest. He wasn’t the ruthlessly overgroomed type who took longer to get ready than most women, but the man knew how to dress. He somehow managed to be casually suave and rugged as hell all at the same time. If she cared about things like that, she’d have felt downright shabby whenever he was nearby, with her worn overalls, ancient boots, and shirts that rarely stayed clean ten minutes after she put them on.

      He was too polished, too perfect, too…everything to want a woman who spent her days reeking of horse sweat and barn muck. Which left a big question mark hanging over what the draw actually was. That very ambiguity should have unnerved her, at least a little, what with everything she had going on. But the truth was, his attention always left her feeling energized and aware, and not in a bad way. Just a way she had no business thinking about.

      Not that it mattered. A woman would have to be dead not to respond to those dark eyes of his, the honey-colored skin, the thick, black head of hair, and that naturally broad-shouldered, tapered-waist-and-hips kind of physique. She, on the other hand, rarely commanded such attention. Her staring at him made sense, though she avoided the temptation at all costs. Being noticed and noticing others was definitely not high on her priority list here. Doing her job, providing a safe, quiet place for her and Springer—that was all that mattered.

      He was also the only one of the three Trinity men who hadn’t formerly spoken to her during her tenure here. Mac came by all the time and chatted her up on his way to see Kate. Nice guy, clearly devoted to her boss, and making a point to keep an eye out for his woman’s interests. Elena respected that, and she liked the guy.

      Finn Dalton owned the place, but you’d never know it. A bigger flirt she’d never met, but in that completely harmless way that made you laugh rather than feel awkward or threatened. He even chatted up the horses. But she’d also noted he knew everyone by name and made time as often as possible to talk with everyone from management to the part-time stall muckers. He was gone more often than not, but his presence on the property always livened things up and put everyone in a good mood.

      Which left Raphael Santiago, the enigmatic but reserved third partner in the other enterprise operated on Dalton Downs property, one that, had she known of its existence, might have kept her from pursuing the job opening here. Ultimately, she was glad she hadn’t, regardless of the heightened awareness it forced her to maintain. What she’d told Kenny was true. This was exactly the right place for her and Springer right now.

      At least, until now.

      “Lessons,” she repeated, knowing she sounded less than sharp, but he’d so completely taken her off guard, it was surprising she was stringing her words together coherently.

      “Lessons,” he replied.

      “So…I should be getting back on the road,” Kenny abruptly interjected. He put his beefy arm around her shoulder for a quick hug, which broke Elena’s fixed stare and gave her a merciful second or two to get a grip. Up close and personal, the final partner of the “unholy” Trinity, as she’d heard Kate jokingly refer to them, was…a lot. Of everything. Even his voice was a lot. Smooth, rich, with the barest hint of an accent. It was every bit as seductive as the rest of him, and no matter the reason for the attention, she, apparently, was far from immune to it. Horse sweat and barn muck be damned.

      She jerked her gaze off of him and, instead, found a smile for the man who had been her father’s closest friend, as she scrambled to regain her mental footing. “Thanks again for coming all the way out. I’ll call you next week to set up a checkup schedule for our girl.”

      Kenny held her gaze steadily with his own and she did her best to return it without faltering. The man didn’t miss much. Which bothered her as much as it reassured her. She needed him right now, more than he knew, but she couldn’t risk bringing him in any more than she already had. She already had too much to worry about as it was.

      “You do that,” he said. “She looks good, Lenie. You’re doing a fine job.” His gaze flickered sideways to encompass their guest, then returned to her. “You want to walk me out? Anything else we need to discuss?”

      She knew he was offering her an out if she felt she needed one. Did he feel the crackling intensity in the air, too? Or was he just protecting her in that general way men of his generation did? She shook her head, though she was thankful for his sensitivity. It felt odd, but in a good way, to have someone looking out for her for a change. It had been a very long time since anyone had. “I think we’re good. Unless you need an escort out, I—”

      He smiled, shook his head, and gave her one last hug. “I can find my way. You take care of business here.”

      “Thanks, Kenny.” She pressed a kiss to his fleshy cheek, not minding the scratch of white stubble there. It reminded her of her father.

      He nodded his good-bye to Rafe, who nodded in return, then headed out of the barn, back toward the main stable where his truck was parked. It wasn’t until he’d cleared the building, and she was left alone with all that was Rafe in the cool, dim interior of the stables, alone and away from, well, everyone, that she wished she’d considered Kenny’s escape offer a bit more thoroughly.

      Putting as professional a smile on her face as she could, even while damning herself for feeling, even for a moment, like a two-bit farmhand in the presence of all of his immaculate gorgeousness, she brazened it out. “Riding lessons. Did…Kate send you down?”

      “Kate? No,” he said, a flash of confusion crossing his handsome face. “I managed to find my way down here all by myself.” The hint of a smile, so unexpected, as she’d never seen so much as a glimmer of one on him before, was really just too much.

      She needed a fan. Or a good, stiff breeze. Or…something. Dear Lord. It was ridiculous, the impact he was having. Awareness overload. And yet, there didn’t seem to be much she could do about it. He was probably used to it.

      “Well…okay, then,” she managed, hating being so flustered. She’d worked with and around men her whole life and had managed never to come across as a brainless twit. “I—I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I work more with training the horses. Not so much with people. Perhaps one of Kate’s instructors—”

      “You’re very good,” he said, rather abruptly. “With the horses, I mean. I’ve watched you.”

      I know, she wanted to say. Boy, do I know. “Thank you. I love working with them, but it’s always nice to hear that from an outside source.”

      His gaze had shifted beyond her to the barn and stalls lining the aisles. “I’m about as outside a source as there is. I know nothing about horses.” Apparently realizing that might sound insulting, he added, “But even a rank amateur can see that you handle them very well.”

      He was making small talk. Which didn’t quite fit with the image she’d developed of him. It made her wonder what was really going on, why he’d suddenly approached her. For lessons, of all things. Her defenses finally shifted more firmly back into place. “They are complex СКАЧАТЬ