Rusty, a self-made millionaire and a partner in her family’s ranch, is recovering from a messy divorce and facing a mid-life crisis. He’s not eager to become involved in a serious relationship.
Despite Rusty’s doubts, their mutual attraction blazes into a sizzling affair. But when Camila is kidnapped, Rusty is desperate to rescue her. Will he get her back unharmed? And if he does, can their affair develop into a lasting relationship?
I worked my ass off, getting him to canter,” Rusty said. “And you can’t be bothered to watch.”
“I was watching,” Camila protested.
“No, you weren’t. What’s so damned interesting in the dirt? Mining for gold or something.”
“Oh, Rusty, get over it.” She wiped her forehead with the back of her arm. “I was just resting my eyes.”
“Yeah, and do you mind catching him before he gets tangled in the tether and manages to lame himself.”
“I can see being your assistant is going to suck,” he muttered loud enough to hear. “And we can’t keep calling this horse ‘him’.” He stretched his arms wide and cracked the switch again, driving the sorrel into a corner of the corral.
He bent over and grabbed the rope.
The breath stopped in her lungs. Por Dios, was he one gorgeous hunk of man. Forget his age or that he’d lost too much weight. Just looking at Rusty made her heart go pitter-patter. So much for a girlhood crush that refused to go away.
“What are you going to name him?”
“Huh?” She’d lost the thread of concentration, wishing she and Rusty were in bed together, rather than hollering across a dusty corral. “Oh, name him. Hmmm. How about Calypso?”
He ran one hand over the stubble on his jaw. And she wished she could run her tongue over his jaw and neck and lower. Wished she could explore every inch of him with her mouth and tongue.
“Not bad. I like it,” he said.
“I’m glad you approve.”
He pulled the gelding forward by his halter, stopping on the other side of the fence. “Calypso, meet your new trainer.”
She fished a slice of apple from her pocket and handed it to the yearling. “Never too soon to start rewarding him for good behavior.”
Calypso lipped the apple slice and crunched it. She stroked the white blaze running from his forehead and tapering off at his muzzle. He had three white socks, too.
Rusty hooked his free arm over the fence post and gazed at the yearling. He stood within inches of her but towering over her by a half a foot. He was so close to her, she could smell his perspiration and the earthy man-smell of him. His down-to-earth scent was far more arousing than the expensive cologne he usually wore.
He patted the horse’s neck and said, “Well, what do you think? Does he have possibilities?”
“Yeah, sure, but he’s too young to pigeon-hole as a barrel racer or cutting horse or whatever yet.”
He pursed his mouth. “You’re probably right. Hard to tell until they’re under saddle.”
She gazed at the thin line of his pursed mouth. Hard and masculine, just the way she liked a man’s mouth. All these years of dreaming about kissing him and they’d shared nothing more than pecks on the cheeks.
He was looking straight at her. Did he feel the same pull, the same attraction as she did? Or did he still see her as a child?
He stared at her for a long time, his gaze riveted on her mouth. Was he thinking about kissing her, the way she’d been thinking? She hoped so.
He patted her hand on the fence rail and said, “I’m going to walk him around ‘til he cools down. Chuy will help me get him settled in his stall. You should get some rest, put your leg up. Okay?”
She nodded and closed her eyes, wanting him so bad, she hurt.
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Hebby is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and the past president of her local chapter, North Texas Romance Writers. She was selected for the Romantic Times "Texas Author" award, and she won a national Harlequin contest.
She graduated with highest honors from the University of Texas in Austin with a Master's Degree in Business Administration. She was selected for inclusion in the first edition of Who's Who in American Women.
She is blessed to have all her family living close by in north Texas, including her family's latest edition, her granddaughter, Mackenzie. Hebby lives in Arlington, Texas with her husband, Luis, and maltipoo, Maximillian.
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