Any Man of Mine. Debbi Rawlins

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      Josh shook his head. Yep, he’d better go grab his lunch, then get out to the north pasture before Trace roped him into taking his place. If it was just Haley, Josh would’ve volunteered. But the other two? No way.

      He hadn’t made it but six feet when a ruckus broke out in the stable.

       Chapter Two

      Josh hurried into the stable as the blondes rushed past him, whispering and trying to smother their laughs. Seeing that they weren’t terrified or crying brought him some relief. But he didn’t see Haley right off, and that he didn’t like. Then he heard Tango nicker, low and deep, and that didn’t sit well with Josh, either. Cole’s chestnut gelding was normally even-tempered.

      He stopped when he saw Haley standing still as a statue in front of Gypsy’s stall. The mare was clearly agitated, and Haley just stared, her hand pressed to her throat.

      “Oh, God, even the horses hate me,” she murmured, then covered her mouth. Her whole body shuddered.

      He knew she hadn’t meant for anyone to hear. The break in her voice tugged at him. “Gypsy doesn’t hate you.”

      Haley jumped and spun around. Her eyes were dark and glassy, as if she were fighting tears. She blinked a few times and turned her back to him.

      He supposed he should take the hint and let her be, but he couldn’t make himself do it. He had a fair idea as to what might’ve happened. Never in his life had it crossed his mind to harm a woman, but if those two mean-spirited hellcats hadn’t already left the stable, he couldn’t swear he wouldn’t have tied them to a post.

      “Haley?”

      “I’ll leave in a second,” she murmured, still facing the other way, her shoulders hunched forward. “I promise.”

      “I don’t want you to leave.” Josh moved a little closer, his steps slow and quiet, approaching her like he would a skittish filly. “I want to show you something.”

      She stiffened, and he stopped in his tracks. She’d probably heard him closing in, and the last thing he wanted to do was upset her. Of all the guests who’d come and gone, Josh liked her the best by far.

      “What?” she asked, her movements stilted as she swung a look at him. No tears stained her smooth flushed cheeks, and he was damn grateful. A crying woman tended to make him tongue-tied.

      He met her eyes, remembered his manners and yanked his hat off.

      Her lips lifted in a small smile, which disappeared when Gypsy blew short and hard through flared nostrils.

      Haley stepped back another foot. “I should go. I don’t want to upset her. I really don’t.”

      “She’s not upset. She’s curious.” Josh touched Haley’s elbow. She shot him a startled look, then went back to watching the mare. “That’s what I wanted to show you. As a matter of fact, I think Gypsy likes you.”

      “No. She doesn’t.” Haley’s strangled laugh was about the saddest thing he’d ever heard. “You didn’t see her when I first walked up to the stall.”

      “That wasn’t your fault.” Josh lowered his hand. If she wanted to bolt, he reckoned his fingers on her elbow wouldn’t stop her.

      “You don’t—” She cut herself short and regarded him with a slight frown. “Why do you say that?”

      “Those two you were with…” He jerked a thumb toward the door. “I don’t recall their names, but the tall one…she knows Gypsy doesn’t like her perfume. I asked her yesterday to keep her distance.”

      Still frowning, Haley slowly shook her head as if trying to make sense of what he’d said. “But it was Courtney’s idea to come and— Oh.” Her voice dipped, and her shoulders sagged. “It is my fault. I’ve been trying too hard and I just…” Her eyes closed briefly, and when she opened them she stared at the mare again.

      He was pretty sure he understood why she was down. She’d bubbled over with enthusiasm her first two days at the Sundance and seemed determined to fit in with the other guests. But she wasn’t like them. And glad as he was for that, he expected she didn’t want to hear it from him.

      “You can move closer to her, if you like,” he said, and noticed the flash of alarm in Haley’s face. “See how Gypsy’s ears are pricked forward? She’s curious about you. She senses you could be her friend.”

      Haley’s lips lifted in a tentative smile.

      “Come.” Josh put out his hand. “Let me show you.”

      She gazed down at his outstretched palm for a long uncomfortable moment. He had calluses, so many from mending fences, roping steers and all his other responsibilities. He’d seldom paid the patches of tough skin any mind. He did now. Seeing them through her eyes made him wince.

      “Sorry,” he said gruffly, making a fist and pulling back. “I usually wear work gloves, but it doesn’t seem to help much.”

      “No. Wait.” She grabbed a hold of his wrist, tugging at him until he gave in and let her peel open his fingers.

      “I was only thinking about how kind you’re being.”

      “Nah, not really, just trying to make things right.”

      Dammit. His neck and face burned with embarrassment, but thankfully his olive skin wouldn’t give him away.

      She moistened her pretty peach-tinted lips and laid her palm on his. “Show me.”

      The contact gave him a small jolt, like an electrical charge that shot up his arm and ignited a spark that burned low in his belly. “Show you what?”

      “I don’t know. You haven’t told me yet.”

      “Yeah.” He roused himself from his momentary daze. “Right.”

      He drew her closer to the stall, but she still tensed when Gypsy lowered her head. “Relax,” he said. “That means she likes you.”

      Haley bit her bottom lip. At first he thought she was going to cry, but then he saw that she was trying to hold back a smile. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better. How could you possibly know?”

      “You ever have a dog?”

      “A cocker spaniel. A long time ago.”

      “You mean to tell me you didn’t know when that hound was up to no good or was nosing around for some extra attention?”

      She grinned. “Always.”

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