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Three

Will had just spent the last ten minutes in the barn trying to avoid a confrontation with Amberley—the woman he’d practically run away from. But he had no doubt she would be avoiding him after his foolish reaction to her harmless question about Faye’s mother.

It was hard to think that at twenty-eight he was turning into his father, but it seemed that way more and more. And it wasn’t Faye who was forcing the change. It was him. It was as if he’d lost that spark that had always driven him. And the therapist he’d seen for two sessions at his mom’s insistence had said that grief took time.

But as he left the barn and spotted Amberley exercising her horse in the ring, he felt that stirring again.

It was lust, because even though he was grieving he wasn’t dead, and the feeling was laced with something more. Something much more. She was one with the horse as she raced around the barrels, her braid flying out behind her as she leaned into the curves and got low over the horse’s neck, whispering encouragement, he imagined.

He watched her and wanted her.

She stopped at the end of her run and looked over toward the barn. Their eyes met and he felt stupid just standing there.

He clapped.

But that felt dumb, too.

It seemed that he’d left his smarts behind in Seattle, he thought. Everything was different here. He tried to justify his feelings—like he needed an excuse to find a woman pretty or be turned on by her. Yet in a way he felt he did.

But that was his issue, not Amberley’s. And it wasn’t fair to her to bring her into the swirling whirlpool that his emotions were at this moment.

She nodded and then turned away from him.

Dismissing him.

He’d had his chance and he’d ruined it.

Maybe it was for the best. He had Faye to take care of and a criminal to catch. In fact, he needed to get back to work. Without another glance at her he turned and walked to the golf cart that had been allocated for his use during his stay on the Flying E. He put it in gear and drove to the house that Clay Everett had been generous enough to provide. To be honest, he knew that Clay had a stake in Will finding Maverick, as did most of Royal.

He shifted gears as he drove farther and farther away from the barn and the cowgirl that he’d left there, but a part of his mind was still fantasizing about the way his afternoon could have gone.

His nanny, Erin Sinclair, was waiting for him at the door when he got back.

“Faye’s asleep and I need to run to town to pick up some more baby food and formula. Are you okay if I go now?” she asked.

He had hired Erin to help with the baby even before Lucy’s untimely death. His late wife had been a product rep for a large pharmaceutical company and traveled a lot for work. Though Will spent a lot of time in his home office, he tended to have a single-minded focus, so he knew that by the time Faye was born, both he and Lucy would have needed help with the baby.

“Yes, go,” he said.

He went into the bedroom they used as a nursery and looked down at Faye’s sleeping face. He tried to see Lucy in her features but he was starting to forget what she looked like. Of course he had pictures of her but he was starting to lose that feeling of what she’d looked like as she smiled at him. The different feeling she’d stirred in him with one of her expressions that a mere photo couldn’t capture.

Dammit.

He turned away from the crib and walked out of the room. He had a monitor app on his phone and had a window that he could keep open on one of the many monitors in his office so he could keep an eye on her.

He walked into the darkened large bedroom that he’d turned into his office for the duration of his stay in Royal. He had four large computer monitors that were hooked up to different hard drives and were all running multiple programs that would determine where Maverick was basing himself online.

Almost all of the attacks had been cyber-based, so Chelsea was working on the theory that he was very internet savvy. In a way that worked in their favor because there weren’t many top computer experts in Royal. But then hackers wouldn’t be known to many.

One of Will’s skills was the ability to look at code and see a digital fingerprint in it. Maverick had habits just like everyone and Will was searching for those, looking for a trail back to the creep’s identity.

He opened his laptop after he checked the progress on the different computers and made sure all of his scripts were still running.

He launched his internet browser and searched for information on Amberley Holbrook. He wasn’t surprised to see her listed in a bunch of small-town rodeos, stretching from Texas to Oklahoma to Arkansas, as a winner or a top-three finisher in barrel-racing competitions. There was a photo of her winning run in a recent event and he clicked to open it larger in his photo application so he could zoom in on her face. There was concentration but also the biggest damn grin he’d ever seen.

That girl was happiest on the back of a horse.

Why?

He noticed how she was when she was off her horse. On her guard and waiting to see how everyone around her reacted. Given that he was starting to behave that way, he wondered what had happened to force her to build those kinds of walls. She definitely had them.

Why?

And why the hell did he care?

Because she intrigued him. She was different. Funny, sexy, sassy. She made him think of things he hadn’t in a really long time.

And he’d just walked away from her. He’d decided he had too much baggage to dally with a woman who was tied to Texas and this ranch. He wasn’t here for longer than it took to find the cyber coward Maverick, then he was out of here. And back in the Pacific Northwest, where he could slowly rot from guilt and grief.

That sounded damn pitiful. He had never been that kind of man and he wasn’t too sure that Faye was going to want a father who was like that.

He knew he had to move on.

Will had come here in part because Max had asked and also because he knew he had to get away from the memories, get away from the guilt and the grief. But he was in no position to move on. He had to keep moving forward until he figured out what he wanted next. Amberley had been a distraction but also something more. She was honest and forthright. He liked that.

He liked her.

If he were in a different place in his life then the zing of attraction that had arced between them...well, he would feel better about acting on it.

But he wasn’t.

And that wasn’t fair to her.

Who said life was fair... The words of his therapist drifted through his mind. He’d been lamenting the fact that Faye would never know Lucy and that it wasn’t fair.

Well, life might not be, but he knew he couldn’t just use Amberley for himself and then leave. That wasn’t right.

And he hadn’t changed at his core.

But she intrigued him...

* * *

Amberley blasted My Chemical Romance as she got ready to go out. It was Friday night and two days had passed since...whatever the hell that had been with Will. She tried to remind herself he was a city dude and she should have known better than to be attracted to him, but that hadn’t kept him out of her dreams for the last two nights.

So when her cousin from Midland had called and said she’d be driving through Royal on Friday and did Amberley want to go out, she’d said yes. Normally she was all for comfy jammies and binge-watching one of her favorite TV shows on Netflix, but tonight she needed to get out of her own head.

She was ready to dance to some rowdy country music, drink too much tequila and flirt with some small-town boys who wouldn’t walk away from her without a word. It had been a long time since she had blown off steam and it was the weekend. Even though she sometimes acted like she was ready for the retirement home, she was still young.

But she didn’t feel it.

There was a weight in her heart that made her feel older than her years. And when Will had said his life was complicated she’d...well, she’d ached because she knew complicated.

She knew what it was like to be a big, fat, red-hot mess masquerading as normal. She’d done that for a year after she’d lost the baby and then gotten the devastating news that she’d never be able to have a child. A part of her should have rejoiced that he’d only seen what she had wanted him to—a cowgirl who was damn good with horses.

But that connection she’d felt with him had made her want him to see more.

And he hadn’t.

He hadn’t.

She was wearing her good jeans—a dark wash that fit like a second skin—and a pair of hand-tooled boots that her brothers and sisters had given her for Christmas. They had a fancy design featuring turquoise and she’d completed her outfit with a flirty peasant top. She’d taken the time to blow-dry her hair and not just pull it back in a braid, so it fell around her shoulders.

She finished her makeup and put a dash of lip gloss on before grabbing her purse and heading out. She was halfway to her truck when she realized someone was in her yard. Not that it was really her yard, since Clay owned all the property, but that little area in front of her place.

Amberley glanced over and realized the someone was a dog. A ragged stray that was making mewling sounds that she couldn’t ignore. He was a rather sad-looking animal with a matted coat. She tossed her purse on the hood of her truck and turned toward the dog, careful not to spook it as she walked toward it. She crouched low and held out her hand for it to sniff once she was close enough.

The animal whimpered and then slowly moved closer to her. She held her ground, noticing that it limped. One of his legs was injured. Just the distraction she needed. Animals were the one thing on this planet that she was actually good with.

She waited until the dog came closer and noticed that there were some briars wrapped around his hind leg, and when she reached for the leg he moaned and moved away from her.

“All right, boy. I’ll let it be. But we are going to have to take you to get that looked at,” she said. She stood up, pulled her phone from her back pocket and texted her cousin that she’d be a little late. Then she went back into her place, got a blanket, a bowl and bottle of water. Then she grabbed a carrot from the fridge and went back outside.

The dog was exactly where she’d left him. Waiting for her.

“Good boy. You’re a boy, right?” she asked.

The dog didn’t answer—not that she expected him to. She put the bowl down in front of him and gave him some water and stood to watch him as he drank, then texted the small animal vet that Clay used to let him know she’d be bringing in an injured dog. Though it was after hours, Clay had an agreement for the ranch that included 24/7 coverage.

She spent the next hour getting the dog settled at the vet. He had a chip and the vet contacted his owners, who were very glad to find him. Amberley waited until they arrived before leaving to meet her cousin. But the truth was she no longer wanted to go out.

The dog—Barney—reminded her of how alone she was. Even the stray had someone to go home to. His owners had been really nice and so happy she’d found him and Amberley was gracious to them, but a part of her had wanted the stray to be a loner. To maybe need her.

She hated that she was feeling down about her life. She’d finally gotten past everything that had happened when she was eighteen and now some dude was making her question her situation. She’d never been this knocked on her butt for some guy. Yet there was something about him that had made her want to be more. Want to be someone she hadn’t thought about being in a long time.

But there it was.

She wanted to see him again.

Her cousin was waiting in the parking lot of the Wild Boar, a roadhouse that served food and drinks and had a small dance floor with live music on the weekends. There were pool tables in the back and a mechanical bull. If you weren’t in the upper echelon of Royal and weren’t a member of the Texas Cattleman’s Club, then this was the place to hang out.

“Hey, girl. You ready to blow off some steam?”

She nodded. Maybe a night out with Royal’s rowdy crowd was what she needed to remind her of where she belonged and whom she belonged with...and it wasn’t a hot guy from Seattle.

* * *

Midnight was his favorite time of night and when he found the most clarity when he was working—tonight wasn’t any different. Faye was a little night owl like he was, so the baby was playing on the floor at his feet while he watched the scripts that were running and tracking down Maverick on the monitor nearest to him.

She’d woken up crying. Erin was worn out from a long day of dealing with Faye teething, and since Will was up at night working anyway, they’d established that he would take the night shift.

Maverick wasn’t the cleverest hacker, but whoever he was, the man was running his internet through a few connections. It would have fooled someone who didn’t have Will’s experience, but he’d been a pirate hunter in high school for a large software company that his dad had helped found and he’d spent a lot of years learning how to follow and find people who didn’t want to be found.

“Dada.”

“Yes?” He looked down at Faye. Her face was so sweet and she was holding a large round plastic toy up to him.

He took it from her.

She immediately reached for one a size smaller and held it up to him. This was one of her favorite new games. She gave him all the toys around her and then he had to sit still while she took them back and put them in a seemingly random order in front of him.

But this time she was done handing them all to him, so she crawled over to where he sat on the floor next to her and crawled onto his lap. He scooped her up and hugged her close.

His heart was so full when he held his daughter. She smelled of baby powder and sweetness. He knew sweetness wasn’t a scent, but when he held Faye it was what he always felt.

He stood up and walked around the house with her while she babbled at him. He set a notification on the computers to alert his phone when the scripts were finished running and then put Faye’s jacket on her so they could go for a walk. He’d grown up in Bellevue, near the water, and some of his earliest memories were of being outside with his mom at night looking at the sky.

He knew that many people would expect Faye to be in bed at midnight, but she wasn’t looking sleepy at all. It was probably his fault for having a long nap with her in the afternoon. He’d been keeping odd hours since they had arrived in Royal.

He walked toward the barn, telling Faye the stories his mom had told him. Will’s mom’s people had been sailors and the sky and the water were a big part of their history.

He heard the rumble of a truck engine and turned as a large pickup rounded the corner. He stepped off the dirt track to make sure he wasn’t in the path of the vehicle.

The truck slowed and the passenger-side window rolled down. He walked over and was pretty sure it was Clay Everett. But Will knew if he had a woman like Sophie waiting for him at home, he’d have a better way to spend his night than patrolling his ranch.

“Hey, Will. You okay?” Amberley asked.

He was surprised to see her. She had obviously been out, as she smelled faintly of smoke. Her hair was thick and fell around her shoulders. The tousled tresses, so different from her neat braid, made his fingers tingle with the need to touch her hair.

He regretted leaving her the other afternoon. One kiss. Would that have been so bad? Even Lucy wouldn’t begrudge him that. But he hadn’t taken it.

So instead a need was growing in him fast and large. Each day it seemed to expand and he knew he was losing control.

“Yeah. Faye’s a night owl like me so I thought I’d take her for a walk.”

Faye heard her name and started babbling again.

“Want some company?” Amberley asked.

“Sure,” he said.

She turned off the engine of her truck and climbed out, coming around by him. Her perfume hit him then—it was sweet like spring flowers. There was a slight breeze tonight and Amberley tipped her head back and looked up at the sky.

“When I was little, my dad told us that if we were really good we’d see a special angel in the sky.”

“Did you ever see one?”

“Yeah,” Amberley said. She stretched out her arm and pointed to Venus. “There she is.”

“That’s Venus.”

“Show some imagination, Brady. That’s my special angel. She watches over me at night.”

“Does she?”

Amberley nodded. But she wasn’t looking up anymore—she was staring at Faye. “She’ll watch over you, too, little lady.”

Faye answered with one of her babbles. And Amberley listened until Faye was done and then she nodded. “I know. It’s hard to believe that someone up there is looking out for you, but she is.”

Faye babbled some more.

“Your mama?” Amberley asked when she was done.

Faye babbled and then ended with “Mamamam.”

“Mine, too. They are probably friends,” Amberley said.

Faye shifted toward Amberley and Amberley looked over at him for permission before reaching for the baby. Will let Faye go to Amberley and watched the two of them talking to each other. She was good with the baby. He was surprised that Faye had wanted to go to her. She was usually pretty shy with strangers.

He noticed that both of the girls were looking at him.

“She’s usually not so eager to go to strangers.”

“Well, we’re not strangers,” Amberley said. “We chatted up a storm while you were holding her.”

“You sure did,” Will said.

Something shifted and settled inside of him. It was a tightness he wasn’t even aware of until that moment. And then he realized that he wanted Faye to like Amberley because it didn’t matter how guilty he may feel afterward, he wanted to get to know her better.