No, we dont. She led Whiskers into the barn and tied him to the outside of his stall, completely ignoring the man shed left standing in the barnyard. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him watching her and her skin twitched, her heart beating ninety-to-nothing, the mind-numbing, breath-stealing sexual attraction shed always felt toward Wade still palpable and real. When he turned and walked toward the pasture to bring in the horses, she breathed a sigh and vowed to make quick work of brushing Whiskers so that she could get to the house before Wade.
She had to talk with her grandfather. Wade Coltrane couldnt work at the Long K Ranch. After he discovered the girls were his, hed be impossible to avoid. At least if he lived in town, theyd only meet when he had his scheduled visitation.
Lindsay grabbed two hard-bristled brushes and a curry comb, handing the brushes to the girls. Stand on either side of his head so that he can see you. I dont want him to spook and kick you.
Lacey ducked beneath Whiskerss chin and brushed as high as she could reach. Lyric spent her time petting the horses soft nose, the brush forgotten in her other hand.
Meanwhile, Lindsay removed the saddle and blanket, storing them on the saddle rack before hurrying to the feed bin where she scooped up a bucket of sweet feed. She was hooking the bucket to the inside of Whiskerss stall when Wade led two horses into the barn.
Where do you want them? he asked.
The sorrel mare is Sweetie Pie, she goes in the end stall. Little Joe is the bay, he goes next to Sweetie Pie. Lindsay turned to the girls. Okay, Ill finish up. You two go on up to the house and wash your hands. You can help me cook dinner.
Can we have macaroni and cheese? Lacey asked, her blue eyes sparkling so much like Wades in the light shining in through the open barn door.
I thought you wanted grilled cheese sandwiches.
Lacey bounced up and down. We want macaroni and cheese now.
Yeah, macaroni and cheese. Lyric took her sisters hand, grinning.
Okay. How could Lindsay refuse when they looked so eager? But you have to eat your green beans, too.
Both girls shouted, Yay! Then they handed their brushes to Lindsay and ran for the door.
Lindsay realized her mistake as she stood with the brushes in her hand, alone in the barn with Wade. She grabbed Whiskerss bridle and led him into the stall, closing the gate behind her. Taking her time, she finished currying the horse, while she held her breath, willing Wade to go back out to the pasture. As soon as he left, she could escape to the house and have that conversation with her grandfather.
She must have groomed the horse twice before she realized she had stalled long enough. Lindsay slipped the bridle from Whiskerss head and ducked out the stall door. The barn was empty. Wade had left. Sweetie Pie nickered from her stall, wanting her feed.
Cant you wait until Wade feeds you? Lindsay called out softly.
Sweetie Pie nickered again and Little Joe added his protest, stomping his foot in the hard-packed dirt.
Really? You cant wait? But I cant stick around. I cant do this now. Im not ready. Her heart banging against her ribs, her body tense with the urge to flee, Lindsay looked from the horses to the open barn door. She sighed, grabbed two buckets and scooped up sweet feedone for Sweetie Pie and one for Little Joeand hung them inside their stall doors.
Still no sign of Wade or the other horses he was supposed to bring in. You got lucky this time, she muttered to herself, heading for the barn door. Hes going to corner you sooner or later and will want to know the truth.
Truth about what? Wade rounded the corner of the barn door, leading a dappled gray gelding and a golden palomino mare.
Lindsays face burned. I wasnt talking to you.
Wade smiled, his blue eyes twinkling just like Laceys had only minutes before.
Lindsays chest tightened. That smile had gotten her into more trouble than she could have ever imagined five years ago. It still had the effect of turning her knees to rubber.
Granted, he looked different. No longer the clean-cut soldier whod come home on leave. He sported a dark, neatly trimmed beard that made him look even more dangerous andsexier than ever.
I always liked it that you talked to your horses. He didnt move, he and the horses more or less blocking Lindsays escape route.
I understand them and I like to think they understand me. She shrugged, wishing she had made her run for the house when shed had the chance. This conversation reminded her of others equally as intimate in the setting and content.
Anxious to leave him, but not wanting him to know just how he affected her, Lindsay strode forward and reached for the dappled gray gelding. Come on, Stormy. Youll be wanting your feed. When her hand touched Wades, that same old shocking electric current coursed through her veins, headed directly south. Heat flared throughout her body, igniting a flame shed thought burned out five years ago.
She jerked the reins from Wades hand and practically ran for Stormys stall. Why did she have to be so aware of this man? Hed broken her heart more than once, hadnt she learned her lesson?
After she got Stormy into his stall, she shoved the latch closed and turned to run for the house.
Before she could take two steps, Wade had the mares stall door closed and hed spun to face her.
Lindsay sidestepped him, but he didnt let her pass, grabbing her by the arms.
Look, Lindsay, Im not here to start something between you and me. I know thats over. Im just here because I need a job.
Where his fingers curled around her arms her skin tingled, reminding Lindsay of the last time hed held her. The magic of their lovemaking and how much she had wanted to be with him always. The depth of all that emotion pressed against her chest, making it impossible for her to breathe, much less talk.
Her eyes blurred and she realized in horror that she would cry if she didnt get away from him. And no matter what she did, she refused to cry in front of Wade Coltrane. Shed done enough crying over this man and, as her grandfather would lecture, Kemps dont cry.
Forcing air past her vocal cords, she said, I dont want you here, no matter what your reasons.
For a brief moment, a sadness so deep it almost hurt her to see flashed in his blue eyes. Then it was gone and his hands fell to his sides, his lips firming into a straight line. I understand. And I hope youll understand that I work for your grandfather. He spun on his heels and walked out of the barn.
Lindsay stared at his back, anger replacing sadness and the lingering waves of lust of a moment ago. How dare he talk to me that way? She pushed her sleeves up and stomped toward the house. Her grandfather would see it her way and fire Wade Coltranes butt quicker than he could say Im sorry.
When she reached the house, the girls waited in the kitchen clean and ready to start cooking supper. Her grandfather was nowhere to be found.
Damn.
WADE FED the horses and turned them back out to pasture before he grabbed his worn, military duffle bag from the truck and headed for the bunkhouse to clean up. Frank beat him there, his booted feet propped on the footboard of his bunk.
Surprise, surprise, Wade muttered to himself. Out loud he asked, Where are the other hands?