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in front of her, she would have snatched it up in a heartbeat. She had the skills and the experience. But working for him wasn’t an option. So where did that leave her? The rodeo circuit had lost its appeal. She didn’t want to travel anymore, she wanted roots. A place to call home. Someone to love.
Love. She pulled her borrowed hat off her head and turned it over in her hands. Except for Dylan, the emotion had always eluded her. There had been a few men she’d cared about. Good men, strong and caring. She’d tried to fall in love with them, to feel the same bone-stirring heat, the same fluttering breathlessness, the same passion. It hadn’t happened. Love didn’t occur on demand. A voice deep inside whispered it might be because she was a one-man-woman. And Dylan was that man.
What if he was the only one she could love? Where did that leave her? She grimaced. She was so damn tough on the outside, but so scared on the inside.
A faint sound caught her attention. As she recognized the rumble of a truck engine, she glanced at her horse to make sure the animal was secure. She settled her hat back on her head and wondered what her boss wanted with her that couldn’t wait until she returned to the barn. And then she knew. With a sureness that defied explanation, she knew the man driving to see her was Dylan.
The fence line was set at the top of a small rise. She wasn’t that far from her horse. She could easily mount up and be halfway across the field before he cleared the hill. But instead of running, she stood her ground, telling herself that eventually seeing him would get easier. It would have to. It sure as hell couldn’t get harder.
He was in the same four-wheel-drive truck he’d had a couple of days ago. As he stepped from the driver’s side, she tried not to notice how his jeans emphasized his long legs. The denim was soft and worn, settling around his lower half with easy familiarity. A navy down vest hung open, exposing the gray-and-cream plaid flannel shirt below. All he needed was a hat and he could pass for a cowboy. At least on the outside.
“Hello, Sierra.”
His voice was low and raked against her skin like fine sand. She shivered involuntarily. Her mouth went dry. “What do you want?” she asked, knowing she sounded rude and not caring.
One dark eyebrow raised slightly. “You haven’t called Rory. Did you change your mind about giving him riding lessons?”
She turned her attention to the fence post she’d already checked. Moving deliberately, she squatted down and examined the base. “I’ve been busy. But I haven’t forgotten. I’ll call tonight.”
“He’s really looking forward to it. If you’d rather not—”
She raised her head to glare at him. “I said I would teach him and I will. I don’t break my word.”
He didn’t even have the courtesy to flinch at her not-so-subtle accusation. “Good. He’s had enough disappointment recently.”
“I won’t add to that.” She slowly rose to her feet. A thousand questions circled through her mind. But more important than any of them was the idea that if she thought she could leave without looking as if she were running away, she would be on her horse in a hot second.
“He likes you,” Dylan told her, and took a step closer.
Sierra had to consciously not back up an equal amount. “He seems like a good kid.” She paused. “Are you and Claire really divorced?” She hated herself for asking, but she had to know.
He nodded.
Why? What had happened? But she only thought the questions.
He read her mind. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
She shrugged, trying to convince both of them she didn’t care. Dylan obviously took that as permission to speak.
“Claire and I never cared enough about each other,” he said and shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. “I was willing to try and make the marriage work, but she got tired of me being in love with someone else.”
Sierra’s stomach convulsed once as the words sank in. The still-broken pieces of her heart quivered and she had to force herself to relax. It would be so easy to believe him, but she’d already been lied to once. “Not very original,” she said. “I would have thought you’d have a better line.”
“It’s the truth.”
“Lawyers are supposed to be more polished with their words. If you really want to make it in politics, you’d better get yourself a good speechwriter.”
The second the words left her lips, she knew she’d made a mistake. Dylan’s expression was triumphant. “You’ve been checking up on me,” he said.
“Don’t be stupid. We might all live on ranches around here, but at heart, this is a small town. Everyone knows everyone else’s business.” She damned her fair skin and hoped her tan was dark enough to prevent him from noticing the blush stealing up her cheeks. She hadn’t been asking—exactly. She’d been listening. There was a difference. “You’ve always been an object of interest.”
His mouth straightened. “How much did they talk when I ran off with Claire?”
Sierra swallowed. She didn’t want to recall that time. The whispered comments, the pitying stares, the endless days with nothing to do but get through the pain. “It was a long time ago. I don’t remember,” she lied. If only she’d been able to forget. If only she could forget now.
She turned to leave. It no longer mattered if he thought she was running away. Better to run and be whole than stay and risk more hurt.
“Sierra, wait.”
She hurried to her horse, but he caught up with her before she reached the animal. He grabbed her right arm in a grip that neither bruised nor offered any chance of escape.
“Did you think about my job offer?” he asked. “I was serious. I want you to be the foreman on my ranch.”
She lost herself in his face. In the handsome lines that had been etched into her brain. She noticed new lines fanning out by his dark eyes and the first few hints of gray at his temples. He’d grown up some, but she would have known him anywhere. This was the face she’d thought she would wake up to for the rest of her life. The face that had haunted her for ten years. There was no going back and the only way to go forward was to go on without him.
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