to find Jim or Jerry or whatever his name was sitting there. In the cafeteria, actually, although the spacious room with the hardwood floors looked more like a ballroom, except for the tables and chairs.
“No reason to stick around at the stables if there’s nothing to do.” The horse therapist Amber had introduced him to earlier looked skeptical.
“Don’t you have to feed stock or something?”
The guy—Jarrod, he suddenly remembered—was obnoxious. Colt had no idea what he’d done to garner such animosity, but it was obvious they hadn’t hit it off. “Not for another hour,” he said, moving past the cafeteria without another word. There was an elevator in the left-hand corner of the foyer—a recent addition by the looks of it. He ignored it and took the steps directly ahead. The staff would all be living coed style, which, for all he knew, meant Amber could be bunking right next to him.
She wasn’t.
He checked the room chart hanging at the end of the hall. Room seven. He was in room three, which meant he had to walk by his own room, which meant—
Woof!
“Mac,” Colt warned. “Quiet.”
But his dog had caught his scent. White-and-black paws scratched at the door. Colt could just make them out through the crack. Terrific. He’d insisted the animal wouldn’t be a problem, but Gil had warned that if Mac disturbed any of the residents, Colt would have to board him at a kennel—an option he couldn’t afford.
“Quiet!” He glanced left and right as he walked on. A few of the doors were open, but he didn’t see anyone. The place reminded him of a hospital ward. Utilitarian was the word. No frills here.
Her door was closed.
He peeked over his shoulder, grateful that nobody was around, but when it came time to actually grasp the doorknob, he hesitated.
Woof.
“Mac,” he called out. He opened the door and stepped inside before he could change his mind. If someone heard his dog and came to investigate, they’d see him standing there. Not good. But once inside her room, he froze.
He hated this.
Just do it.
Forcing himself to relax, he scanned her room. Bed to his left. Table and chairs to his right. There was a purse sitting on the brown seat, clearly open.
Go.
But he couldn’t. He wasn’t cut out for this, he realized. The idea of rummaging through her things …
He just couldn’t do it. He swung around, and came face-to-face with Amber.
“What the heck are you doing in here?” she said, her blue eyes wide with surprise.
“I … uh …” Damn it. He couldn’t think. “I wanted to apologize.”
“Apologize? For what?”
“Earlier,” he improvised. And he hated it. Lying wasn’t in his nature. “For forcing you to get on Flash.”
“You didn’t force me,” she said, crossing her arms. “I didn’t ride at all.” With the window behind him and the sunlight pouring over her, her eyes seemed to glow. As did her hair. He found himself forgetting for a moment what he’d come here to do.
“You would have if we hadn’t been interrupted. And I was pushy about the whole thing.”
“I didn’t notice,” she said, but he knew she lied.
Colt shook his head, hoping she didn’t see guilt on his face. “I, uh, I spend a lot of time working out of doors. With men. On ranches. I guess I just forgot you weren’t one of my crew.” That, at least, was true. So far he hadn’t lied to her. Not really. And he hadn’t rummaged through her belongings.
“You don’t have a girlfriend?”
“No,” he said quickly.
Her lips twitched, as if she was about to ask him a question, but she must have changed her mind.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, to fill the quiet.
Now why’d you go and say that?
“Boyfriend?” She laughed. “Hah. Who has time for that? Between my job and my …”
He waited for her to say the word nephew.
“… crazy life,” she said instead, “I don’t have time for sleep, much less a boyfriend.”
“Your life’s crazy?”
But she wasn’t budging. He could see that. “It is,” she said, swinging open the door pointedly. “Anyway, apology accepted.”
“Can we try again tomorrow?”
She raised her eyebrows. “You mean ride?”
He nodded.
She licked her lips. And suddenly he found himself thinking less about subterfuge and more about the shape of those lips.
“Let me think about it,” she said.
He didn’t move, even though it was obvious she wanted him to leave. But he couldn’t do that. If he couldn’t bring himself to rummage through her belongings, he needed to come up with some other way to get the information out of her.
“Don’t chew it over too long,” he said, forcing himself to smile. “Tomorrow’s Sunday. From what I hear, things are going to get crazy on Monday.” He walked to the door, but didn’t leave. He turned to face her, effectively imprisoning her between his body and the wall.
“I want to help you,” he said.
“You do?”
Man, she was a pretty little thing. He couldn’t keep from staring at her mouth. “Let me coach you some more.”
She chewed the inside of her lip. She looked adorable when she did that. Like a kid trying to determine if she wanted vanilla ice cream or chocolate.
“What time were you thinking?” she asked.
“Maybe around ten or so?” he said, cursing inwardly. She was not to be trusted. “I’m supposed to do some things around the barn tomorrow. So after that?”
She seemed to think about it for a moment. “All right. Tomorrow.”
“See you then,” he said, because he knew if he didn’t leave right then, he might do something he would regret. And that wouldn’t be good. Logan had told him exactly how horrible this woman really was.
SEE YOU THEN.
Lord, her sister would be laughing her head off if she knew the direction of Amber’s
