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If there was a feeling that Ty Jordan hated more than any other in the world it was this one: he did not like being out of control. He was aware of that dislike bubbling away briskly inside of him as he bolted after the dog.

A dog she had brought with her.

The she who should have been a he.

Male preening. As if he was some peacock put here for her entertainment.

She had better figure this out real quick: the Bar ZZ was Ty Jordan’s property, his domain, and he had already decided he wasn’t rearranging anything about his lifestyle to accommodate the stupid calendar.

He had been made a promise—by Cringle himself and by his sister—that his life would not be disturbed or disrupted in any way.

That blinking dog was heading right for the cow and calf pen. With a burst of speed Ty caught up to the door that was twisting and turning and flopping on the lead behind the dog. He threw himself on top of it, hoping at least to slow the dog down.

Ms. Snow, whom he could not think of as Harry, even in his mind, yelled something at him, but he didn’t quite catch what it was.

Two hundred and three pounds landing on the door did slow the dog down—minutely. Ty was now bouncing along behind the dog, riding the door on his stomach, like a surfer on a board. He found the door handle and unraveled the leash where it was tied to it.

“Watch your face,” she yelled, and he realized that was what she had yelled the first time.

He cast her one brief scornful look before he managed to unknot the leash from the door handle. He pulled it free, rolled from the door, got to his feet and hauled in Basil, who came to him happily, his big tongue lolling out of his mouth, his tail flagging.

“Kiss me and your days are numbered,” he warned.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I wasn’t talking to you.” He bent over at the waist, breathing hard. He became aware of the click and whir of a camera, straightened and glared at her.

She lowered the camera, studied him and then nodded, satisfied. “I was worried about your face,” she said. “A black eye or a bruise could make things complicated.”