and cooler down in the canyon. Especially along the creek bed.”
“It might be cooler,” he reasoned. “But it’s rough terrain and a fair distance from home. Anything could happen to you.”
“Anything could happen to me right here on the road,” she politely pointed out. “A cowboy not watching where he’s driving could run over me and Mary Mae.”
Like him? To argue the point with her would only end up making Noah look like a fool. A lawyer’s job was to give advice, not take it. And this one was clearly no exception.
Turning his attention to the loose shoe, he levered off the piece of iron, then lowered the mare’s foot back to the ground.
“Hang on, girl,” he spoke softly to the horse. “We’ll get you fixed.”
After giving Mary Mae an affectionate pat on the shoulder, he forced himself to turn and look directly at Bella. The result was a familiar wham to his gut. The first time he’d met this woman, he’d been bowled over by her appearance. Creamy skin, long hair just shy of being black, warm brown eyes and soft expressive lips all came together to make one hell of a sexy woman. So much of a woman, in fact, that the passing years hadn’t dimmed his reaction to her.
“When we get to your place I’ll see about putting her shoe back on.” He gestured to his truck and trailer. “Climb in. I’ll get the mare loaded.”
She hesitated and he realized she must have sensed his reluctance to become involved in her problem. Even though, to Noah, the loose shoe was a reasonably small problem. Bella was the big one.
“I’m sorry to put you out like this, Noah. If you’re in the middle of doing something I can walk Mary Mae on home. It’s not all that far.”
“She doesn’t need to keep walking on that bare foot. And I’m not in the middle of anything, except helping you,” he said curtly.
Not waiting for her permission, he snatched up the mare’s reins and led the animal to the back of the long stock trailer. Once he had the mare loaded, he returned to the cab to find Bella already seated on the passenger side.
Climbing behind the wheel, he fastened his seat belt and started the engine. “Better buckle your seat belt.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Are you kidding? Here on the ranch?”
He slanted a glance in her direction, but the brief look was enough to take in her lush curves hidden beneath a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a white shirt left unbuttoned to a tempting spot between her breasts.
He let out a long breath. “That’s right. Anything—”
“Can happen,” she finished for him. “You’ve already said that. Is that your motto or something?”
Noah shoved the truck into gear. “If we had a wreck before we got to your place, you might be inclined to sue me for damages. With you being a lawyer and all,” he added dryly.
The sound she made was something between a laugh and a groan. “Jett’s a lawyer, too. Are you worried he might sue you if you ruin a piece of equipment or lose a calf?”
“No. Just making a point. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”
When Noah had first come to work on the J Bar S, Bella had been living up in Reno with her husband. But the marriage had fallen apart and Jett had convinced her to move in with him here on the ranch. She’d been working as a paralegal, but that job apparently hadn’t been enough to suit her. In the past few years, she’d gone on to finish her education and pass the bar exam. Now she shared an office with her brother, Jett, in downtown Carson City. He could say one thing for the woman, she certainly didn’t lack ambition.
“Okay. To make you happy.” Shrugging, she stretched the belt across her shoulder and locked it in place.
Noah let out a silent groan. He wouldn’t be happy until he was finished with this woman and out of her sight. Just being this close to her bothered the hell right out of him.
“You’re probably wondering what I’m doing out riding instead of practicing law,” she said.
Was he that transparent? “It’s none of my business.”
She went on as though she hadn’t heard his curt reply, “It’s all Jett’s doing. He urged me to take the day off and go shopping.” She let out a dreary little laugh. “He thinks I’ve gone to Reno to buy dresses. I decided I’d rather go riding.”
She probably had five or six closets stuffed with dresses and all the other fancy things a woman like her considered necessary. Noah figured she spent more money on one dress than his whole month’s salary. But that was none of his business, either.
“I see.”
She turned a curious glance on him. “Do you? I doubt it. Jett has this silly notion I’m sad because my old boss got married last weekend. He thinks I need to get out and get my mind off Curtis. Ridiculous. I’m not sad. And I never had my mind on Curtis in the first place. Not like that.”
So what man do you have your mind on now, Bella?
The question was so heavy on Noah’s tongue it was a struggle to bite it back. Hearing about her personal life was the last thing Noah needed or wanted. Of all the women he’d encountered since he’d left Arizona, she was the only one he’d ever given a second thought about. And though Jett sometimes casually mentioned his sister in conversation, Noah had never used the opportunity to ask his boss anything directly about Bella. No, Noah had learned the hard way that it was best to keep his distance from women and his thoughts to himself.
She said, “I suppose you never just ride for the fun of it. Your job forces you to spend a lot of time in the saddle.”
His job was his fun, he thought. It was his whole life. With his eyes fixed on the narrow road, he asked, “Do you ride often?”
“Every chance I get. That’s why I begged Jett to let me keep Mary Mae and Casper at my place instead of stalling them back at the ranch. Whenever I get the urge, I can saddle up and ride without having to drive back to the ranch yard.”
Four years ago, Noah had been the only man working for Jett on the J Bar S. At that time his boss had owned only a small herd of cows, and a few using horses. But then Jett had met and married Sassy Calhoun and everything had changed. The couple had immediately started adding to the herd and purchasing adjoining land to support more livestock. In a matter of a few short months, the ranch had quickly grown to be too much for Noah and Jett to handle themselves. Especially with Jett still working as the Calhoun family lawyer and doing part-time private practice in town. Since then, five more ranch hands had been hired and Noah had been elevated to the position of ranch foreman.
“Yeah, Jett asked me about taking the two horses out of the working remuda. I told him we could manage without them.”
From the corner of his eye, he could see her head turn to look at him and the smile on her lips struck a spot so deep inside Noah, he hardly knew what had hit him.
“Hmm. When I first came to live with Jett, he only owned two horses. My, how things have changed,” she said with wry fondness. “Now he has a whole string of horses, herds of cattle, and a wife and three kids.”
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