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As the teen spoke, Shane felt a prickling on the back of his neck. He didn’t even have to turn around to know who had arrived, didn’t have to see to understand that his afternoon had just taken a jog toward the impossible.
Elias slid off his horse. He dropped the reins and pulled off his hat, then walked to the fence.
“Afternoon,” he called, his eyes wide, his lips curving in a stupid grin.
Shane gave in to the inevitable and shifted so he could watch Annabelle approach.
She’d replaced her fitted summer dress with jeans and a T-shirt, which shouldn’t have been sexy, but were. The jeans hugged impressive curves, and while her legs weren’t all that long, they were well-shaped. She’d pulled her wavy red hair back into a braid. Her green gaze met him and damned if he didn’t want to go down on his knees and beg. He wasn’t sure what for, but at this point he would gladly take anything she offered. Although if it was hot, took a long time and was illegal in several states, he could like it even more.
“Yours?” Elias asked, speaking under his breath.
“No, but stay away.”
“But I—”
“No.”
Elias huffed in annoyance and spun his hat in his hands.
“Hello, Shane,” Annabelle said as she stopped in front of him. “I’m here for my lesson.” She smiled and held up a tiny foot. “I bought cowboy boots. I want to tell you that you should be impressed, but honestly any excuse to buy new shoes is welcome.” The smile blossomed. “It’s a girl thing.”
“They’re real nice,” Elias said.
“Thank you.”
Shane gave in to the inevitable. “Annabelle, this is Elias.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said easily.
“My pleasure.” Elias looked her over thoroughly. “I was supposed to be heading to Wyoming. It’s my grandma’s birthday in a couple of days. But I could stay put for a while.”
“No, you couldn’t,” Shane told him, watching Annabelle to see if she was going to start flirting with the younger man.
“We should let the lady decide.”
Annabelle watched them both, then frowned. “I’m sorry. Do you mean me?”
“Elias wants to know if he should stick around,” Shane said. “For you.”
A delicate frown pulled her eyebrows together. “I don’t understand.”
“We could go out to dinner,” Elias offered. “Or back to my place.”
“You don’t have a place,” Shane reminded him. “You stayed with me last night.”
“I could get a place.”
“You have a girlfriend.”
Elias turned back to Annabelle. “It’s not serious.”
“You’re nineteen.”
Elias glared at him. “Don’t make me hurt you, old man.”
Annabelle shook her head. “I’m still confused. I’m, ah, here to learn how to ride.”
Shane winked at Elias. “That was a no.”
“Like you’re going to do any better.”
Shane knew that was probably true. More important, for reasons of self-preservation, he needed to stay clear of Annabelle Weiss. Even if she was a temptation.
“About the riding lesson,” she began.
Elias sighed. “Is it an age thing? Everyone thinks I’m real mature.”
Shane slapped him on the back. “Is that what they’re saying?”
“You stay out of this, old man. This is between me and the lady.”
Old man?
Annabelle’s green eyes widened. “Are you trying to ask me out?”
“If you have to ask, then I’m doing it wrong,” Elias muttered.
“Something else the girlfriend says?” Shane asked quietly.
Elias glared at him. “Shut up.”
Shane patted him on the back. “Give it time, kid. You’ll get the hang of it.”
“I do just fine.”
“Uh-huh.”
Shane turned his attention back to Annabelle. As he’d suspected, she created trouble wherever she went. He was torn between regretting his offer to help and wondering how he would survive if he didn’t get to see her. She was the kind of woman who—
He was interrupted midthought by a whole different kind of trouble approaching from the direction of the barn.
* * *
ANNABELLE WAS WILLING to admit she had a sucky track record when it came to men, but she’d never found them quite so perplexing. The young cowboy was hitting on her, which was flattering, but made no sense. She was too old for him. Sure, her new boots were cute, but she’d yet to meet a guy who was that into shoes.
It was the height thing, she thought with a sigh. Because she was small, people often assumed she was younger than she was. Or incompetent. Or both.
As for Shane, who was even better looking in person than in her memory, he seemed more amused than attracted to her. Probably for the best. At least he was acting more normally today. Maybe he hadn’t been feeling well the last time they’d met.
“Don’t move,” Shane said in a low voice.
She blinked at him. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t move. Stay exactly where you are. Elias?”
“On it, boss.” The teen slipped between the rails of the corral and started walking in a wide circle.
“It’s going to be all right,” Shane said, never taking his eyes from her.
Annabelle realized this wasn’t some strange game, that there really was a problem. Her body went cold as she imagined a large snake approaching. One with big fangs and poisonous venom designed to kill in six painful seconds. Or maybe she was being stalked by something worse, although right now she couldn’t imagine what could fit that description.
“A bear?” she asked hopefully. Being mauled seemed better than anything to do with a snake. “Is it a bear?”
“A horse.”
“What?”
She turned and saw the large white stallion they’d talked about the day before. Apparently he’d let himself out of his enclosure and was now trotting toward her.
He was beautiful—like something out of the movies. His mane and tail shimmered, muscles rippled and his hooves were a shiny black. Dark eyes locked with hers as he headed directly for her.
He had the most gentle expression, she thought, her nervousness fading away. Almost as if he were trying to reassure her.
She put her hand on her chest, just below her throat. “You scared me. I thought it was a snake. While I hate to be one of the crowd, I share the typical female fear of snakes.” She turned toward the horse. “Hey, big guy. You’re beautiful. I assumed I would be afraid of horses because you’re so big, but you’re sweet, aren’t you?”
“Annabelle, stay calm.” Shane’s voice was insistent, almost fearful.
“Okay,” she said. “I can do that.”
“Move back slowly.”
From the corner of her eye she saw Elias approaching with a rope. The teen was bent over at the waist, practically running. Overreact much, she thought, as Khatar reached her.
“Hey, baby,” she murmured, reaching up and stroking the huge animal’s face. “Who’s a handsome boy?”
Khatar shuffled closer and placed his face near to hers. She smiled at him and breathed in the scent of horse. It wasn’t as overwhelming as she would have thought. She patted his neck.
“You’re very strong,” she told him. “Do all the girls say that? I’ll bet you’re very popular with the lady horses.”
He put his head on her shoulder and leaned into her. The action nearly sent her to her knees, but she managed to stay standing. She wrapped both arms around him and would have sworn he sighed.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, stepping back and rubbing his cheek again. “Are you lonely? Does mean old Shane ignore you?”
She glanced over her shoulder and saw both men staring at her. Elias’s eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open. Shane looked surprised, but slightly less comical.
“What?” she asked.
“Stay calm,” Elias told her, sounding oddly desperate.
“I am calm. What is with you two?” She glanced around, half expecting to see a marauding snake or twelve.
Shane and the teen exchanged a whispered few words, then Elias began to circle the stallion. Khatar, still nuzzling her, casually kicked out a back hoof. Elias jumped back.
“Annabelle, please step back.”
Shane sounded stern. She did as he asked. Khatar followed. She rubbed his shoulder.
“Will I be riding him?” she asked.
“No!” The two men spoke as one.
“Okay, okay.” She returned her attention to Khatar. “Are you valuable? Is that the problem? You’re pretty enough to be worth a ton. Although I suppose handsome is a better word, right? Who’s a handsome boy?”
Elias and Shane had another whispered conversation.
“Annabelle, we’re going to put a halter on Khatar,” Shane said in that slightly annoying, reasonable voice.
“Want me to do it?” she asked. “He seems to like me.”
“No. I want you to slowly step away, while I get between you and him.”
She took the horse’s big head in both her hands and lightly kissed the hair above his nose. “You be good for Shane, you hear me?”
His eyes flickered and his gaze shifted to the cowboy. Then his ears went back.
She didn’t know much about horses, but that didn’t seem like a good sign.
“Why don’t I stay close,” she offered. “That way he’ll be calm.”
“She’s not crazy, boss,” Elias said. “Look at him.”
She’s not crazy. Wow—maybe she could get that made into a bumper sticker for her car. Talk about a way to step up her game in the romance department. Men would be flocking.
Shane hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Be careful,” he told her. “Watch out for his hooves. He’s likely to kick.”
“How do you know that? Has he kicked you?”
“No, but—”
She folded her arms across her chest. “Has this horse done even one mean thing since you got him?”
“No, but—”
Annabelle exhaled. “Why do you think he’s a problem?”
“I don’t. He’s a great horse. Okay? Happy now?”
Shane moved in. Khatar stiffened slightly. Annabelle rubbed his neck.
