Heartbreaker (Page 27)

Inspiration struck, and he looked around. "You got a horse?" He knew she didn’t, so he figured that was a detail she couldn’t get around.

Her bright face dimmed, then lit again. "I’ll drive the truck," she said, and raced toward the barn. Thunderstruck, Nev watched her go, and the men with him muttered warning comments.

Now what? He couldn’t haul her out of the truck and order her to stay here. He didn’t think she would take orders too well, and he also had the distinct idea the boss was feeling kinda possessive about her. Nev worked with animals, so he tended to put his thoughts in animal terms. One stallion didn’t allow another near his mare, and the possessive mating instinct was still alive and well in humans. Nope, he wasn’t going to manhandle that woman and have Rafferty take his head off for touching her. Given the choice, he’d rather have the boss mad about his orders not being followed than in a rage because someone had touched his woman, maybe upset her and made her cry.

The stray thought that she might cry decided him in a hurry. Like most men who didn’t have a lot of contact with women, he went into a panic at the thought of tears. Rafferty could just go to hell. As far as Nev was concerned, Michelle could do whatever she wanted.

Having the burden of doing everything lifted off her shoulders made all the difference in the world.

Michelle enjoyed the sunshine, the lowing of the cattle as they protested the movement, the tight-knit way the cowboys and their horses worked together. She bumped along the pasture in the old truck, which wasn’t much good for rounding up strays but could keep the herd nudging forward. The only problem was, riding–or driving–drag was the dustiest place to be.

It wasn’t long before one of the cowboys gallantly offered to drive the truck and give her a break from the dust. She took his horse without a qualm. She loved riding; at first it had been the only thing about ranch life that she’d enjoyed. She quickly found that riding a horse for pleasure was a lot different from riding a trained cutting horse. The horse didn’t wait for her to tell it what to do. When a cow broke for freedom, the horse broke with it, and Michelle had to learn to go with the movement She soon got the hang of it though, and before long she was almost hoping a stray would bolt, just for the joy of riding the quick-moving finimal.

Nev swore long and eloquently under his breath when he saw the big gray coming across the pasture. Damn, the fat was in the fire now. John was eyeing the truck with muted anger as he rode up, but there was no way the broad-shouldered figure in it was Michelle. Disbelieving, his black gaze swept the riders and lighted unerringly on the wand-slim rider with sunny hair tumbling below a hat. He reined in when he reached Nev, his jaw set as he looked at his foreman. "Well?" he asked in a dead-level voice.

Nev scratched his jaw, turning his head to watch Michelle snatch her hat off her head and wave it at a rambunctious calf. "I tried," he mumbled. He glanced back to meet John’s narrowed gaze. Damned if eyes as black as hell couldn’t look cold. "Hell, boss, it’s her truck and her land. What was I supposed to do? Tie her down?"

"She’s not in the truck," John pointed out.

"Well, it was so dusty back there that…ah, hell! "

Nev gave up trying to explain himself in disgust and spurred to head off a stray. John let him go, picking his way over to Michelle. He would take it up with Nev later, though already his anger was fading. She wasn’t doing anything dangerous, even if he didn’t like seeing her covered with dust.

She smiled at him when he rode up, a smile of such pure pleasure that his brows pulled together in a little frown. It was the first time he’d seen that smile since she’d been back, but until now he hadn’t realized it had been missing. She looked happy. Faced with a smile like that, no wonder Nev had caved in and let her do what she wanted.

"Having fun?" he asked wryly.

"Yes, I am." Her look dared him to make something of it.

"I had a call from the lawyer this morning. He’ll have everything ready for us to sign the day after tomorrow."

"That’s good." Her ranch would shrink by a sizable hunk of acreage, but at least it would be clear of any large debt.

He watched her for a minute, leaning his forearms on the saddle horn. "Want to ride back to the house with me?"

"For a quickie?" she asked tartly, her green eyes beginning to spit fire at him.

His gaze drifted to her breasts. "I was thinking more of a slowie."

"So your men would have even more to gossip about?"

He drew a deep, irritated breath. "I suppose you want me to sneak over in the dead of night. We’re not teenagers, damn it"

"No, we’re not," she agreed. Then she said abruptly, "I’m not pregnant."

He didn’t know if he should feel relieved, or irritated that this news meant it would be several days before she’d let him make love to her again. He wanted to curse, already feeling frustrated. Instead he said, "At least we didn’t have to wait a couple of weeks, wondering." "No, we didn’t" She had known that the timing made it unlikely she’d conceive, but she’d still felt a small pang of regret that morning. Common sense aside, there was a deeply primitive part of her that wondered what woman wouldn’t want to have his baby. He was so intensely masculine that he made other men pale in comparison, like a blooded stallion matched against scrub stock.

The gray shifted restively beneath him, and John controlled the big animal with his legs. "Actually, I don’t have time, even for a quickie. I came to give Nev some instructions, then stop by the house to let you know where I’ll be. I have to fly to Miami this afternoon, and I may not be back for a couple of days. If I’m not, drive to Tampa by yourself and sign those papers, and I’ll detour on my way back to sign them."