that look on his face that Zach had when he first came here, which told me any other questions I had would be met with a grunt.” She shrugged and dipped her finger into the peanut butter. “So I decided not to push it.”
Pursuing her lips, Beth shifted them from side to side as she considered the situation. “His reasoning was the kid needs to do more than play computer games? Half the kids in this country fall into that category.”
“I know.” Sophie licked the peanut butter off her fingers. “There’s more to the story, but who was I going to ask? The grumpy kid or the tight-lipped adult?”
A laugh burst out of Beth’s mouth. Sophie grinned.
“So that’s the lay of the land?”
“Yup, so be careful.”
“You make it sound like I’m going to war.”
“That’s a good way to look at it.”
“Thanks, friend. I’ll be sure not to take the rejection personally.” Beth stepped outside, paused and leaned back through the doorway into the office. “When’s Captain Kaye scheduled to start?”
“Tomorrow afternoon. Zach’s going to work with her.”
“I’ll try to be here, too.” As Beth strode toward the open stable doors, she noticed the kid hadn’t moved, but Dogger had settled at the boy’s feet.
Putting on her straw hat, she walked to the stable entrance. The boy tried not to look, but she noticed him peeking at her under his lashes. She stopped by his side and the kid tensed. She didn’t have two older brothers and not know how to approach a prickly male.
Beth knelt and held out her hand, and Dogger raised his head and welcomed the touch.
“How you doing?” she asked the dog.
The boy’s head came up, surprised that she wasn’t talking to him.
“Dogger, I’m jealous,” she whispered, leaning toward the dog. “It took you close to a month to offer me your friendship and here you are hanging out with a new person immediately.” She sighed. “What am I to think? That you like him more than me?” Continuing to stroke the dog’s head, she looked up. “He plays hard to get most of the time.”
The boy’s eyes widened.
Beth decided not to push her luck, patted Dogger’s head, stood and walked into the stables. She turned around to watch the boy’s reaction. He looked over his shoulder, a frown furrowing his brows.
She chuckled and turned around and ran smack-dab into a wide chest. She bounced off it, knocking her hat off. Instantly, the man’s hands shot out to steady her. She looked up into Tyler Lynch’s deep brown eyes.
“I need to put a bell on you, you know that?” The words popped out of her mouth before she thought.
Tyler’s eyes widened, then a deep-throated chuckle rumbled through his chest. The sound filled the dim interior of the stables.
Feeling the electricity to her toes, she smiled back. “I do seem to be in the wrong spot for you, don’t I?”
“I’d say so.”
He continued to hold her arms, and she wondered if he realized what he was doing. Sadly, his hands fell away and he stepped back.
“Sophie said you brought the young man who is sitting outside. What’s his name?”
The humor drained out of his face to be replaced with pain and sadness. “Riley Carter.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “His brother was in my unit in Iraq. He was killed disarming a bomb.” The words sucked the lightness from the air.
No wonder the kid had an attitude. “I’m so sorry, Tyler.”
“Riley took his brother’s death real hard. His mother is worried about him and troubled by the chip on his shoulder. Paul told me he was real close to Riley after their father’s death. I thought this place might help. I know I’ve seen some pretty amazing things over the weeks I’ve been here.” He shrugged. “It’s worth a shot.”
Admiration welled in Beth’s heart. His concern for his friend’s younger brother spoke well of Tyler. “I think you’ve got a bit of work ahead of you from the looks of things.”
Tyler looked out the open door, again, his expression turning grim. “Yeah, I know.”
“Take heart. This ranch is a miraculous place. If it could reach my brother with as bad an attitude as he had when I brought him here, it can work with anyone—” she looked over her shoulder out the open doors “—that young man included.”
“You brought Zach here?” Surprise rang in his voice.
Her brows wiggled. “I did. And a pricklier male you’ve never seen, but he promised me he would try once. I knew Sophie from college and knew she was helping to establish a program for veterans, and I kind of volunteered Zach.”
Tyler’s brow arched. “How’d he feel about that?”
Beth grinned. “Annoyed. But once he stepped through the breezeway and saw horses, he was hooked. And he got a wife in the bargain.”
“I hope it’s that easy with Riley—with the exception of the wife thing.”
“Ah, there were a few bumps. You might not realize it, but Riley’s bad attitude is encouraging. I think he’s fighting a battle within himself. He’s curious, but that male pride thingie is standing in his way. We’ve got to figure out a way he can save face and start exploring things here.”
“What do you mean, that ‘male pride thingie’?”
Beth laughed at his indignant tone and reached down, picking up her hat. “I rest my case.” With those words, she put on her hat and walked to the tack room to get Charming’s bridle. She’d let Mr. Macho wrestle with the ideas she just floated. Riley wasn’t the only prickly male around the stables.
* * *
Beth finished with her last rider of the day, Chelsea. The little girl had the heart of a lion, enduring surgery after surgery to correct the damage done in the car accident. Her legs, broken in multiple places, had healed, but her gait was still awkward. Since she’d started riding, her attitude had changed and her coordination had improved.
Beth helped Chelsea off the horse. The eight-year-old grinned from ear to ear.
“I love Brownie.” She patted the horse’s side.
“Why don’t you go get a carrot for her?” Beth asked.
The little girl hurried to the carrot barrel and grabbed a short one. She fed it to Brownie. Chelsea’s mother smiled at her daughter.
“It’s a miracle,” she said to Beth, her eyes glistening with emotion. “She can run, even if it is slowly.”
Beth knew the feeling. “It is.” She tied Brownie to the iron ring in the wall by the mounting stairs
