being ridden to death. Yesterday I came in to work early, at 0700, and there they were—heads hanging down, their feet spread apart so they wouldn’t collapse and fall down from exhaustion. Not only that, but their coats were still damp, and they were covered with sand. You know how the dust and sand is at Reed. No, I guess you wouldn’t, since you just got here. Anyway, for a horse’s coat to gather that much dust, the animal would have to be ridden for an awfully long time and a very long way.”
Dan scowled as he recorded her story. He liked the husky timber of Libby’s voice, and her concern and sincerity touched him. When he looked up and saw the fire and care burning in her emerald eyes, something walled and hidden deep in his heart seemed to break loose. He hadn’t been interested in any kind of an intimate relationship with a woman since his divorce from Janna, two years ago. But the fierce determination and anxiety in Libby’s eyes was toppling his defenses.
With a shake of his head, Dan forced himself to get back to the business at hand.
“What’s wrong, Captain?”
“Nothing….”
“You shook your head.”
He smiled wryly. “It had nothing to do with your case, Libby.”
“Oh…good. Well, as I was saying, these same five horses have been used like this at least four months in a row. I’ve been at the stables for three years now,” she added.
Dan glanced up. “Who’s in charge of the stables?”
“Stuart Garwood. He’s very well known and respected in eventing circles.”
“Eventing?”
“Yes. You know—a cross-country jumping course, a dressage competition and stadium jumping—the three events that test a horse and rider on all levels of stamina and ability.”
“Right…”
“Captain, do you know very much about horses?”
“I know you ride them.”
Libby groaned and rolled her eyes.
Ramsey laughed outright and sat back in his chair, enjoying her spontaneity. Where had this sprite of a woman come from? Time was running out. He only had ten minutes left with Libby Tyler.
“I have a feeling that anything I don’t know about horses you’ll teach me,” he told her, trying to maintain an air of gravity. He caught a whiff of her perfume, a distinct odor of cinnamon combined with a subtler spicy fragrance. Without thinking, Dan inhaled deeply and felt the stirring of dormant longings he’d thought had died years ago.
“You can’t realize the seriousness of my charges unless you know about horses.”
“I’m sure you’ll fill me in.”
Libby frowned, not at all sure he was taking her allegations seriously. There was something magical about Ramsey. He had an inner flame that Libby had never encountered. “Are you making fun of me?” she demanded.
“No.”
“Then why are you laughing? I see it in your eyes, Captain.”
Dan moved uncomfortably in his chair. Libby’s insights seemed as sharp as his. “The truth?”
“Nothing but. I’ve been accused by my friends and enemies alike of being too blunt and direct, but above all else, Captain, I value a person’s honesty. I want the truth, even if it hurts.”
“Well,” Dan said blandly, “this shouldn’t hurt you at all. I was smiling to myself because I was enjoying you as a person. I’ve never met a woman like you in my life.” He held her startled gaze. “That’s a compliment, in case you were wondering. And I take your charges about these horses very seriously.”
“Oh…” He liked her. Flustered, Libby looked away. He didn’t wear a wedding band. Neither did she. Was he making a pass at her? Taking her case for personal reasons rather than professional ones? She suddenly stood up and began pacing around the boxes in the small office.
“Captain, I care for the horses. All horses. Too many people treat them poorly out of ignorance. These five have been ridden into the ground! Yet Mr. Garwood doesn’t seem to care about it, which I find highly unusual. He’s always had the horses’ care high on his list of priorities. Why not these five? I’ve brought them to his attention, but he ignored me.” Libby swung around and held Ramsey’s azure gaze. “I’m not going to let this drop. If you don’t help me, I’m going to go to the civilian paper in Oceanside and make waves.”
“You don’t have to threaten me, Libby. I’ll assign someone to investigate as soon as I can get moved in. Fair enough?”
Libby stopped pacing, her gaze mercilessly probing his. “I know Mr. Garwood and Colonel Edwards think I’m some kind of flaky idiot for bringing this up. Many things in my life touch me, but kids and animals are especially important to me. If one of the children in my classes has a problem, I try to help. If one of the horses in my classes is hurt, I make sure it gets vet attention.” Her voice lowered with even more feeling. “I want to find out who is ridingfj those horses after hours. One of these days, those poor animals will end up lame, or worse. It’s not fair. They need someone to fight for them.”
Dan rose and nodded. “I like your concern, Libby. I promise I’ll get someone from the PM’s office on this as soon as humanly possible. Deal?”
Libby wondered if Ramsey was just giving her words she wanted to hear. “How long?”
“How long what?”
“How long before someone comes to investigate?”
“Within the next forty-eight hours. Is that soon enough for you?”
Relief flowed through Libby. “Yes.” She moved forward suddenly, extending her hand. “Thank you, Captain. You’ve been very patient and understanding.” She gripped his hand and shook it with feeling. “Mr. Garwood and Colonel Edwards think I’ve gone off on a tangent or something….”
The last thing Dan wanted to do was release Libby’s artistic fingers. Her hand was long and lean, like her, the nails cut no-nonsense short. She wasn’t the type of woman to use hair spray, nail polish or much makeup, he thought. No, Libby Tyler was a wildflower who thrived on fresh air, lots of sunshine and a demanding physical job.
“Perhaps they’ve misinterpreted your care for something else,” Dan told her quietly. Her eyes widened beautifully, and he had the powerful urge to take her in his arms and kiss the hell out of her. Shocked by the intensity of the feeling, Dan stepped back, afraid he’d really do it. Libby was like a magnet, inviting spontaneity and erratic behavior. He was sure the children in her classes loved her fiercely, because she’d never lost her own ability to be childlike.
Libby walked to the door and opened it. “Thank you, Captain.” She hesitated. For some reason, she wanted to stay. She liked Dan Ramsey’s ability to put her at ease, as well as his sincerity. Gripping the doorknob, she walked out.
Dan stood, hands on hips, and shook his head. His first case. Although he wasn’t supposed to get into normal PM investigative matters, he didn’t mind taking Libby’s case. The real reason he’d been
