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CHAPTER TWO

GABE WALKED ACROSS the field toward the lights of the Lighting Creek Ranch, hunching his shoulders against the wind. The distance was deceptive and what he’d thought was at the most a ten-minute walk through the tall grass took well over twenty, but finally he climbed through the fence onto the driveway and made his way to the house.

Deep booming barks followed his knock on the front door and a few seconds later Dani glanced through the window, frowning as she realized who was on the porch. Instead of pulling the door open, she cracked it a few inches, hushing the giant dog behind her as she did so. She did not look happy at seeing him on her porch.

“I almost hit a horse with my car. I think it was the one you just bought.”

The color drained from her face. “Are you sure?”

“It happened fast, but yeah.”

Without another word, Dani grabbed a coat and stepped outside, shutting the door before the dog got out. She brushed past Gabe, taking the porch steps two at a time, her golden-brown braid bouncing on her back.

Gabe followed her across the driveway to the corrals attached to one side of the barn. Once there she pulled a small flashlight from her pocket and snapped it on, sweeping the light through the enclosure not once, but twice, as if she could possibly miss something as large as a horse. The corral was most definitely empty.

“How did she get out?” Gabe asked.

Dani shook her head as she reached out to rattle the closed gate. The latch held firm. “I don’t know, but I have to find her before someone hits her.” She hurried back across the drive, head down against the wind.

“Where’s your car?” she asked.

“It’s in the ditch.”

Dani stopped. “Is it damaged?” she asked on a startled note.

“I don’t know.”

“We can use the tractor to pull it out just as soon as I find the mare.”

“I’ll get a tow truck.”

“I can’t afford a tow truck. I’m on a tight budget,” she said as she once again made a beeline to the house. Gabe had to trot to keep up with her.

“I’ll pay for it.”

“Why would you do that when I can just pull you out?”

Gabe shook his head, then followed. Where he came from, women didn’t pull cars out of ditches with tractors. Nor did guys. They called tow trucks, as he was going to do.

“Which way did she run?”

“I was kind of busy hitting the ditch after she charged me, so I’m not certain.”

“Think, please.” She stopped again, tilting her chin to look up at him impatiently.

Gabe reminded himself that he was here for diplomatic reasons and couldn’t afford to lose his temper any more than he already had. “I think...she went toward my place.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

Gabe didn’t question the “let’s.” He simply fell into step and then when she jerked her head to the passenger side of the ugliest truck he’d ever seen, he wrenched open the door and got inside. A cloud of dust rose from the seat cover as he sat, then he shifted on the seat to move the deadly-looking piece of curved metal digging into his thigh.

“Hay hook. Just toss it on the floor.”

Dani put the truck in gear and it jerked forward, groaning as she shifted it into a higher gear. She swung the wheel hard, turning the truck in a tight U and Gabe bounced sideways in his seat, dust rising once again. “Damn, I hope she went your way.”

So did he. He wanted Danica to recapture her horse and he wanted his freaking car out of the ditch. If he hadn’t left his phone in the car, he’d be seeing about it right now.

* * *

THIS WAS A NIGHTMARE, plain and simple. She’d just gotten Lacy back and now she was gone again. More than that, if the mare hadn’t gone to Gabe’s place, she was a menace to traffic. She could easily lose her horse and get sued in one fell swoop.

“We’ll find her,” Gabe said from beside her, keying in on her thoughts. It’d be pretty hard not to know what she was thinking, hunched over the steering wheel like a crazed woman.

She turned down the drive to the castle, slowing as they passed his car, which was a good five feet off the road. It looked very expensive—the kind that needed parts special-ordered—but she wasn’t going to worry about that now.

“I see tracks,” Gabe said, pointing at the road.

Sure enough, there were U-shaped divots that the horse had brought up out of the road as she’d cantered toward his place. Great. Now all she had to do was hope that the mare was still at his place and hadn’t taken off cross-country.

“This horse means a lot to you,” Gabe commented.

“She was my 4-H project. I raised her, trained her with my dad’s help, won a lot of money on her, then sold her to help pay for college. All part of the plan I’d made with my dad before he died. The ass-hat that bought her abused her with big bits and spurs.”

“That stinks.”

“It hurt. Lacy trusted me. She was a fantastic roping horse. Before...” Dani spoke without looking at Gabe, then slowed the truck to a stop and got out. Gabe followed and as soon as the truck door banged shut, they stood together in the darkness, looking, listening.

“There she is.”

Dani turned in the direction Gabe was pointing and saw the pale outline of the mare standing in the shadows behind the large stone, cedar and glass house. “Stay here,” she said. “Block the gate if she tries to leave.”

“Sure thing,” Gabe said.

“Easy, baby,” Danica said, slowly approaching the shaking horse. Lacy snorted and stomped a foot. Dani stopped instantly and took a step back. The horse rolled her eyes, but stayed put.

“Easy,” she cooed as she slowly approached the horse, stopping and taking a half step back whenever the mare looked as if she was going to bolt. Finally she reached out and rubbed the mare’s lower neck, then slipped the rope around it. As soon as the rope touched her, the mare stilled.

Dani bit her lip and eased the halter over the mare’s nose. Lacy’s head jerked up but Dani held tight to the rope, tried again once her nose came down and this time managed to fasten the halter. Her shoulders sagged with relief and she sent Gabe a weary look that she doubted he saw through the darkness.

“Well done,” he said.

“Yeah.” She continued to stroke the mare’s neck, crooning at her under her breath. “You don’t have a lot of light around here,” she commented, wanting to check the mare for injuries.

“Apparently the yard lights are all dead. I’ll have to see about getting the bulbs replaced. I’ve only been here a couple of nights and haven’t had time to call a service guy about it.”

“Service guy?”

“I don’t seem to have a ladder that tall,” he said.

“I’ll lend you one,” she said, patting the mare soothingly. “And we’ll see about getting your car back on the road.”

“I’ll get a tow truck.” He seemed to mean it.

“Suit yourself,” she said.

“Nothing personal. It’s just that my insurance will cover a tow. It probably won’t cover you ripping my rear axle off with a tractor.”

Dani didn’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. Regardless, she was responsible for whatever happed with his vehicle and told him so.

“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now we need to focus on getting the horse home. Do you want me to help you get your trailer?”

She shook her head. “I’ll just lead her home.”

“Home is a good mile away.”

She shrugged.

“It’s dark.”

“I have a flashlight.”

“How about I come with you?”

Again she shook her head. “I’ve put you through enough tonight. I’ll be back in the morning for the truck if you don’t mind if I leave it here.”

“Why would I mind?” he asked innocently.

* * *

DANI ARRIVED AT Gabe Matthews’s driveway early the next morning just as a tow truck pulled out, a sports car attached to the towline. How much was this going to cost her? It’d looked as if the car had simply ended up in the grassy ditch last night when she’d walked by leading Lacy, but knowing her luck, the frame was now bent, or some chunk of special German-made chrome needed to be replaced.

Well, such was life.

But why was life always this way when money was tight? When she was trying to live on a shoestring budget as she started her dream business...the one that Marti Kendall had pretty much told her was doomed.

Yeah, we’ll see about that, Marti.

Jingling the keys in her sweatshirt pocket, she continued down the driveway. Worrying didn’t do a lick of good. All she could do was focus on the positives, and there were positives. She had a place to start her business; a place where she could live rent-free.

After she and Jolie had talked Allie and Mel out of instantly selling the ranch following Allie’s divorce, the sisters had agreed that as long as one of them wanted to live on the place, they would keep it. If Dani and Jolie didn’t want to live on the place, they would revisit the idea of a sale. Dani didn’t see that happening. Her father had once told her that he didn’t regret not having a lot of money because he had something better—a life that made him glad to get up in the morning. That was what Dani wanted. In a way she was lucky that her company had folded when it did. It gave her the kick in the butt she needed to start living a life that made her glad to get up in the morning.

She walked over the cattle guard at the Staley gate and paused for a moment, studying the house. It’d literally been years since she’d been close to the house, but it looked better than ever. Even though no had lived in it for the past year or so, the windows sparkled in the early-morning sun, the cedar appeared freshly oiled and the lawn was green and manicured. The Staleys had paid a pretty penny to keep the place they’d grown tired of maintained as they’d waited—and waited—for a buyer. Apparently they still hadn’t found one if Gabe’s company was only leasing.

She’d decided against checking in with Gabe before leaving in the truck. It was early—barely after sunrise—and she imagined a guy on vacation would want to sleep in. She’d just started for her beat-up vehicle when a voice behind her made her jump.

She turned to see Gabe standing on the porch, wearing jeans and a gray-and-black plaid shirt, half-buttoned, with the tails hanging out. His dark hair was still rumpled from sleep, his feet were bare and he wore glasses. Dark horn-rimmed glasses that made him look like a sexy scientist. “You’re here early,” he said, running a hand over the back of his head.

“My sister is coming later this morning.”

“She could have given you a ride.” He walked down the damp stone steps. Dani pulled her eyes away from his bare feet and fixed them back onto his face.

“I like walking.”

“I noticed. How’s the mare?”

“I put her in a stall in the barn. As far as I know, she’s still there.” She took a few steps closer, turning the keys over in her hands. “I saw your car...leave.”

“It’s a company car, so I figured it’d be best to have it checked out.”

“What company?”

“I doubt you’ve heard of it,” he said with a half smile. “I’m a consultant for a company that designs parks and gardens for towns and universities.”

“Does the company have a name?”

One of his eyebrows lifted slightly at the question. “Gabe Matthews, Consultant, LLC.”

“You’re forcing yourself into a vacation?”

“It was either that or a heart attack.”

“Do you have other employees?”

“I contract my help for the most part.”

Which only brought more questions to mind, but Dani forced herself to step back. Her neighbor’s business had nothing to do with her. “Well, let me know what the damages to your car are.”

“Danica, I don’t quite know how to break this to you, but you’re not paying.”

“I’m not?” The words came out on a note of challenge.

“That’s what insurance is for.”

“What about the deductible?”

“My company has a top-notch insurance policy. Low deductible.” He stepped onto the purplish flagstones. “I’ll tell you what you can do.”

“What’s that?” she asked, her eyes never leaving his. They were the most amazing stormy gray, and looked even grayer because of the shirt he was wearing.

“You can give me a ride to town when I get the call to pick it up.”

“I could do that,” Dani agreed. “And maybe even buy you lunch.” It seemed the least she could do. Then maybe she could get answers to the questions she probably shouldn’t be wondering about in the first place.

“Or dinner. My treat,” Gabe said.

“That isn’t exactly me buying you lunch.”

“You can buy a drink later.”

Dani shook her head. “Lunch.”

“I’m not hitting on you,” he said on a note of amused exasperation.

“You’re not?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

He smiled crookedly. “Maybe a little, but in a neighborly sort of way.”

And maybe that was a bit flattering, but Dani shifted into retreat mode. She still had some Chad issues to work through before diving back into the dating—or even the quick-drink—pool. “I don’t know you and I don’t go out with guys I don’t know.”

“How do we get to know each other?”

“I guess we go to lunch.” Because that was as far as she’d let things go, even if he was the best-looking guy she’d seen in forever.

“Lunch it is.”

* * *

OKAY. DANI BRODY truly was skittish. He had to take care not to appear to be hitting on her, but he had to admit, it was a bit difficult when everything in him reacted to her in a positive way. A very positive way. It didn’t help that she looked pretty damned delectable wearing jeans she probably hadn’t expected to be seen in since she’d arrived so damned early. Form-fitting, well-worn, frayed holes at the knees...he blew out a short breath, shaking his head as he watched her ass while she stepped up into the truck. Yeah, the woman could wear jeans.

She started the engine and with a quick wave swung the vehicle into a circle and drove past him. The old truck groaned as she shifted gears, and not because she was bad with a clutch. No, this was more of a transmission-on-its-last-legs groan. Well, when she sold the ranch to Widmeyer, she’d have plenty of money for transmissions. She could buy property elsewhere and set herself up in style. New house, new truck. Big barn. Just without quite as much acreage as she had now.

He went back into the house and almost turned around and went back out again. He’d been rattling around alone inside of the elegant box for three days and now, without the car, he had no means of escape. Granted, he had work to do, but he preferred to work in the evenings, losing himself in his plans until somewhere along the line he realized it was early morning and he needed to go to bed. That was what had happened last night and it’d only been a fluke that he’d woken up and glanced out the huge window next to his bed to see Dani walking down the drive.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. When his friend Neal Widmeyer answered he said simply, “I’m going to need more to work on while I’m here to keep from going stir-crazy. Have anything you can send my way?”

“Not at the moment,” his friend said. “Go mingle with the locals.”

“I have no wheels.” Briefly he gave a rundown of what had happened and then Neal laughed.

“Sounds like you have your pretty neighbor right where you want her—beholden to you for not suing.”

“True,” Gabe said. “But she’s not very friendly.” Actually that wasn’t totally true. She was friendly, but only superficially so. She had barriers that Gabe was going to have to work around.

“I know charm is not your strong suit, but you’ll have to see what you can do. Push the envelope.”

“What are you talking about? I’m charming.” Gabe settled his hip against the black granite countertop, staring across the room at the state-of-the-art stainless-steel range and cooktop. Maybe he could take up cooking.

“No. You have money. There’s a difference.”

“You’re saying woman only like me because of my money?”

“Pretty much.”

“Bullshit. They like me because of my... Never mind.”

“Dream on,” Neal laughed. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re getting to know Ms. Brody. I’ve never seen Dad so determined to bring in a project.”

“Probably because he’s never been bent over and so thoroughly screwed by someone he trusted.” Gabe crossed to the front door and stepped outside to look out across the fields at the Lightning Creek Ranch. He could just see the rooftops of the two barns between the tall poplar trees. “Let him know that I’m doing my best to help him rectify matters.”

“Can you hurry?” Neal was only half-kidding.

Gabe gave a soft snort. “I don’t think this is a hurrying situation.” And even though Stewart was showing uncharacteristic signs of impatience, Gabe intended to approach the matter methodically, just as Stewart had taught him.

“You’re right. Best not to hurry and screw things up further.” He cleared his throat, then asked, “Did you hear from Serena?”

“Off on her vacation and she swears she won’t check in.”

“Right. Well, when she doesn’t check in, will you have her call me?”

“Uh, sure.” Gabe wondered why Neal didn’t simply call her himself, but decided against asking questions. At least not at this point in time.

“Thanks. If I find any work, I’ll send it, and in the meantime I know Dad’s fine with you picking up contracts.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Not with your charm.”

Gabe hung up and smiled. When he and Neal had first met, neither had seen their friendship lasting so long. Why would they have? They’d had nothing in common except for being forced to work at the same youth center during the summer before their freshman year. Neal had been there because his father had wanted him to see how the other half lived and Gabe because his youth probation officer had thought it was a good idea. Meanwhile, Gabe’s best friend, Sam Cody, had been enjoying all summer had to offer. Gabe had been pissed and Neal had been doing his best to rebel against Stewart—while still showing up for work on time.

Gabe’s lips twisted on the memory. Oh, yeah, Neal had been quite the rebel.

At first Gabe had tolerated Neal hanging with him—the kid had money and money was handy—but eventually he’d come to trust Neal as much as he was able to trust anyone. Considered him as much of a friend as Sam, even though he never let the two of them hook up for any length of time. Sam didn’t understand Neal. Sam wanted to work him, exploit the rich kid. Gabe hadn’t allowed that to happen. He felt protective of Neal and, in a weird way, he’d learned something about life from the kid. Living with a foster family more concerned with getting a monthly stipend than actually parenting the moody teenage boy in their care, Gabe had done whatever he pleased in his off hours, while Neal had curfews and responsibilities. He couldn’t stay out all night. He had to study. He had dreams and aspirations that seemed very exotic and out of reach to Gabe. College. Grad school. A retirement plan.

Things Gabe never thought he’d have, but did, thanks to Stewart Widmeyer.