because that’s what Matt expected, but he wondered if Matt really believed his own words. Nikki might not be as tough as he thought.
But then Trace was starting to get the feeling she was a little mixed up about how tough she was, too. It wasn’t just about her being afraid of horses. She’d told him about the gang violence in her old neighborhood, so he understood she’d needed to come off hard as nails. That didn’t mean she hadn’t been scared a time or two. She liked to pretend nothing bothered her. But he’d seen her feeling defenseless and uncertain, and trying her damnedest to hide it.
Maybe that tug-of-war between vulnerability and bravery had gotten to him, because something sure was preventing him from keeping his distance. He wasn’t the kind of guy who needed to ride to the rescue, either. Still, for her to live on a ranch and fear horses? That was unnecessary grief. Maybe he could help her with that.
They were approaching the house. Trace’s truck was parked over on the right. “You want to come in for that beer?” Matt asked. “I just need to check on Wallace first.”
“No, I got a lot to do at the Sundance yet. I’m just gonna give this mug to Nikki.”
“I can take it…” Matt’s voice trailed off. “Sure, come on in.”
“I’m too grimy. Mind asking her to meet me at the door?”
“Just wipe your boots so Lucy won’t take a broom to both of us, but otherwise you’re fine to come inside.” Matt opened the door while scraping off his own boots. “I’ll call her. She’s probably in her room.” He stuck out his hand and they shook. “Thanks. I appreciate what you did with Diablo.”
“Anytime.” Trace looked around. “It was good seeing how well kept the place is.”
A loud kitchen noise had Matt frowning over his shoulder. “I’ll go get her. See you soon, huh?”
Trace nodded, waited until Matt left and then used the rest of the water and his T-shirt to wipe his face and upper body. He figured he had time to run to his truck for the other shirt, but he’d taken only one step off the porch when he heard Nikki.
“Everything okay?” she asked, her voice at a nervous pitch.
“Sure.” He turned to her. “Just fine,” he said, smiling. But she didn’t see because her gaze was aimed at his bare chest. “Sorry. I was just about to get a clean shirt out of my truck.”
“Huh?” Her eyes slowly lifted to meet his. “Oh, no problem. Matt said you wanted to see me?”
Trace had to quietly clear his throat. No mistaking the look on her face. She liked what she saw. “I wanted to give you this.” He stepped back up onto the porch, holding out the mug.
“Oh.” She took it from him. “Did you want more coffee?”
“No, but I’d like you to come for a short walk with me.”
“Where?”
“To the stable.”
Her eyes widened. “Why?”
“You don’t have to get close to the horses.” Trace made sure his hand was clean, then held it out to her. He’d been sensitive about the calluses earlier but he got it. Nikki had only seen him as goodwill ambassador to the guests. Maybe it was time for her to see that he worked on the ranch just like any other man. She might not like it but he was a cowboy.
She stared at his palm, then up at him. “You didn’t answer me.”
“I want to show off Diablo. He’s much better behaved now.”
She let out a laugh. “Diablo?”
Trace smiled. “I don’t know what Matt’s going to call him. Until an hour ago the name seemed appropriate. Are you gonna leave me standing here with my hand out?”
Sighing, her gaze slid to his outstretched palm, then to his chest.
“Don’t worry. I’ll put a shirt on first.”
“I’m not worried about that.” She clutched the mug so tightly he hoped she didn’t break it.
Maybe he was wrong to push her. Maybe he needed to let her take more time to get used to the Lone Wolf. He withdrew his hand and stuffed it in his front pocket. “That’s okay, Nikki,” he said, stepping back. “I should get going, anyway.”
“Are all the horses in their stalls?” she asked in a rush.
“They are.” He paused, knowing he had no business making that assumption. Lester could’ve brought one out to groom. “I’ll make sure they are before you go inside.”
She studied his face, as if trying to decide if she should trust him. “Let me get rid of this,” she said, waving the mug. “Want me to take that water bottle, too?”
“Thanks.” He passed it to her. “Seems you’re always waiting on me. We ever get over to Kalispell, I’ll have to buy you dinner.”
Her lips parted and she darted another look at his chest.
For a second he got excited that she might be interested in going on that drive, then just as quickly regretted mentioning Kalispell again so soon. Though she didn’t tell him to get lost, just went back into the house with the mug and bottle, even left the door open a little so that was a good sign she’d come back.
Skipping the steps, he jumped off the porch and hurried to his truck. If he remembered correctly, the white T-shirt had a small stain and the hem was frayed but it would do. He found it wadded up on the backseat, shook it out and sniffed the armpit area just to be sure. Yeah, it was clean enough.
He pulled the shirt over his head, stuck his arms in the sleeves, tugged down the hem and heard the seam tear. He looked down. It wasn’t just the seam but a large hole in the front. “Well, shit.”
Muffled laughter brought his head up. Watching him from the porch, Nikki tilted her head to the side. “I hadn’t seen that style yet. It’s a good look for you.”
“Hell, I don’t care. I’d wear it like this if I were headed home.”
She shrugged. “Wear it now. I don’t care, either.” She frowned slightly. “Or go without a shirt,” she said, and averted her eyes.
He hid his smile by yanking the T-shirt off. She could shrug and toss her hair as though she was indifferent all she wanted. Right now she was so easy to read it almost felt as if he was cheating. “I bet Matt would lend me one.”
She turned so sharply to him, her ponytail whipped to the side. “Can we just go and get this over with?”
“We can.” He got rid of the shirt and closed the truck door. “Try not to be jumpy. Animals can sense your mood.”
“Well, great because—” She shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her jeans and stared down at her track shoes. “You know, don’t you?”
They started to walk. “I’m not sure what you mean,” he said, his gaze snagging on her slender neck.
