The Wrangler. Pamela Britton

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      “Yeah,” he said. “About the mustangs.”

      She slipped the bridle from Red’s head, before turning back to him. The horse spat the bit out as if he was aiming for a spittoon.

      “What about them?”

      “Gigi can be too trusting sometimes. Gullible. Naive.”

      “So can we all,” she said, remembering a time when she’d thought life would never change. It had only been last December. She was too young—just barely twenty-six. Her parents had still been young, too, and healthy. They’d had years ahead of them. Or so she’d thought, four months ago.

      “She likes you,” he said. “But the jury’s still out as far as I’m concerned.”

      She slipped the halter over Red’s head. “That’s not what it seemed like earlier,” she said as she buckled the crown piece. Though she was losing more and more of her peripheral vision, she’d been having trouble focusing up close, too. She worried about what that might mean, then shook her head. What did she have to fear? That she was going blind? She already knew that for sure.

      Enjoy every day.

      Her doctor’s words echoed in her ears. She would enjoy every day. That was going to be her motto from here on out. So when she finished, she faced Clint with more bravado than she truly felt. Maybe it was the gut-wrenching realization that she would be unable to see him in the not-too-distant future. Maybe it boiled down to good, old-fashioned lust—God, she’d never forget what he looked like tapping that pole into the ground—but for some reason, she felt like playing with him.

      “You mean you can take me to the mustangs, but then you’ll have to kill me?”

      “I, well, I—” He frowned. “No. Of course not. I’m just not taking you anywhere until your background checks out.”

      “So you’re going to do a background check on me?” she said, closing the distance between them. He seemed to lean away from her. Or maybe he didn’t. But his pupils flared, his chin lifting a bit when she got too close. Like a horse about to turn and run, Clint’s muscles tensed. She could see the cords of his neck pop out, watched as his eyes narrowed.

      She would never forget his luminescent blue eyes.

      And hungry.

      He was attracted to her.

      “You could be a reporter for all I know,” he said.

      “I’m not.”

      “Just what are you then?” He scooted closer to her, turning the tables.

      He leaned into her. Sam couldn’t breathe. And then she sucked in a breath…and got a mouthful of musky-smelling Clinton McAlister.

      “Who are you, Samantha Davies?”

      Chapter Six

      One of the horses snorted in the stall behind Sam. He saw her jump. She was on edge. Excellent. So was he.

      “What do you do for a living?” he asked, staring into her big, green eyes. “So far all I know is that you ride horses.” He smirked. “English.”

      “And that should reassure you,” she said, lifting her chin. “I’m a horse person, and so I can’t be half-bad.” She patted Red.

      He moved even closer, smiling when he saw her swallow. Hard.

      “Yeah,” he said softly, “but what do you do for a living?” he asked again. The question wasn’t that hard. He must have her rattled.

      “Nothing.”

      “Nothing?” he repeated, and he could swear he felt heat emanating from her all of a sudden. Her cheeks grew rosy, and then the color spread to her neck.

      “I’m a geologist.”

      That caught him off guard. “A geologist?”

      She shoved a strand of hair away from her eyes. The wind had mussed it up. “I put myself through school, found myself a high paying job. I used to work for one of the chemical companies.”

      “Used to? What happened? You get fired?” He wasn’t thinking right. Under normal circumstances he would never ask such a rude question.

      She must have him rattled.

      “I had to quit. They gave me three months off to heal, longer if I needed it, but I’m still sort of recovering from my injuries. Plus, I started having issues at work, couldn’t focus…so I quit.”

      “Quit and came here.”

      She nodded.

      “But you said you have a horse. One that you used to show.”

      “I do have a horse, but he’s for sale down in Texas.”

      “You don’t strike me as the type that would want to sell her horse.”

      She shrugged. “My medical bills, the portion that the insurance company didn’t cover. It was expensive. My horse is worth a lot of money. I have to do what I can to pay the bills.”

      So she was selling her horse. The only thing she owned, if he didn’t miss his guess.

      The whole story kind of made him sick. And what injuries was she still recovering from? She looked fine to him.

      “You should probably get going before Gigi comes out here and tans my hide for keeping you too long.”

      “Yeah, you’re probably right,” she said, hooking the left stirrup over the horn of the saddle so she could undo the girth.

      “I thought you didn’t know how to ride western?” he asked, resting a hand on Red’s neck.

      “I said I didn’t ride in a western saddle, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how the saddles work.”

      Despite himself, his gaze drifted downward to her rear. The memory of how it’d felt to have her be the aggressor, however briefly, made his body react in a way that made him uncomfortable given that he’d just met her.

      She glanced at him—and caught him still staring at her behind.

      A smile slowly lifted the edges of her mouth. “Do I have dirt on me?” she asked.

      He knew she knew exactly what he’d been doing: checking her out. But that didn’t seem to bother her, and for the first time he found himself thinking that it might not be a bad thing that she was staying in the house.

      “Your rear looks great to me,” he said, throwing caution to the wind.

      “So does yours.”

      “You sure you don’t want to bunk down in the room next to me?”

      He’d pushed СКАЧАТЬ