Cole glowered at his benefactor, much to Jenny’s chagrin. “Do I have a choice?”
In answer, Dalton just gave him a long, slow look and Jenny was amazed to watch Cole be the first to back down, shifting his gaze to the work boots he’d borrowed from his grandfather.
Before she could say anything, Seth’s attention shifted to Morgan, who had climbed out of the backseat to join them.
“And who are you?”
“I’m Morgan Jeanette Boyer.” She spoke with formal precision and held out her hand exactly like a nine-year-old princess greeting her favorite courtier.
A muscle twitched in Seth’s cheek but he hid any sign of amusement as he took her hand and shook it. “Pleased to meet you, Miss Boyer. I’m Seth Dalton.”
Morgan smiled. “I know. You’re my friend Natalie’s uncle. She says you have more girlfriends than Colin Farrell.”
“Morgan!” Jenny exclaimed hotly, her cheeks fiery.
“What?” her daughter asked, all innocence.
Seth grinned, though Jenny thought she saw a hint of embarrassment behind it.
“Are all those horses your very own?” Morgan asked.
“Actually, most of them aren’t. I have six or seven of my own but the rest I guess you could say I share with my family. Plus I’m training a few for other people.”
He studied the avid interest in her eyes. “I don’t suppose you’d want to have a look around, would you?”
Morgan gave a little jump of excitement. “Yeah! Can I, Mom?”
How could she say no? “I suppose. As long as you’re sure we won’t be in the way.”
“Not at all. I have to show Cole around, anyway. No reason you two can’t tag along.”
They made a peculiar tour group, she thought as Seth led them inside the barn. It was more arena than stable, she realized. Though stalls ran around the perimeter, most of the space was taken up by a vast, open dirt floor. Handy for year-round training during the Idaho winters, she thought.
As he pointed out various features of the facility, Cole slouched along behind, Morgan asked a million questions and Jenny mainly focused on trying to keep her gaze away from Seth Dalton, difficult though it was.
“Everything looks so new,” Jenny commented while Morgan was busy patting a horse and Cole slumped against the fence ringing the arena, looking as though he’d rather be anywhere else on the planet.
“The Cold Creek has been here for five generations, but the horse operation is pretty new. My brother and I decided a few years ago to diversify. We’ve always raised and trained our own horses on a limited scale and only for ourselves. We decided a few years ago to expand that part of our operations and try the open market.”
“How has it been going?”
“I’ve got more work than I can handle right now.”
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Better than I ever dreamed.” His smile was slow and sexy and seemed to suck all the oxygen molecules from the vast structure.
She didn’t realize she was staring at it for several seconds, then she quickly shifted her gaze away from his mouth to find him watching her, an odd, glittery look in his blue eyes.
“What’s that room?” Morgan asked, shattering the sudden painfully awkward silence.
Seth shifted his attention to her. “That’s my office. Come on, I’ll show you.”
He opened the door to a small room several degrees warmer than the rest of the barn. When he opened the door, an oddly colored puppy blinked at them then jumped up from a blanket on the floor and started yipping a frantic greeting.
“You’re finally waking up, sleepyhead?” Seth smiled at the pup. “Come and meet our company.”
The puppy sniffed all their shoes in turn and made it as far as Morgan before the girl scooped him up and hugged him tightly. “He’s so cute! What’s his name?”
“He’s a she and her name is Lucy.”
“Oh, you are a pretty girl. Yes you are,” Morgan cooed, rubbing noses with the puppy. Jenny felt a pang. Her daughter adored animals of all shapes and sizes and used to constantly beg for a dog or cat of her own, until her pulmonologist in Seattle recommended against it.
“What kind of dog is she?” Cole asked, his first words since they’d arrived at the ranch.
“Australian shepherd. I bought her and her brother at a horse auction in Boise last month. I only meant to buy one for a birthday present for my mother but I couldn’t resist Lucy.”
“You have sheep, too?” Morgan asked.
“Uh, no.” He looked a little embarrassed. “But they work cattle, too, and I figured she can help me when I’m training a horse for cutting.”
“Cutting what?” Morgan asked.
“Cutting cattle. That’s a term for picking an individual cow or calf out of a herd. A well-trained cutting horse will do all the work for a cowboy. He just has to point out which cow he wants and the horse will separate him out of the rest of the cows.”
“Wow! Can your horses do that?”
Instead of being put off my Morgan’s relentless questions, Seth seemed charmed by her daughter. “Some of them,” he said. “Sometime when you come out I’ll give you a demonstration.”
“Cool!”
He grinned at Morgan’s enthusiasm and Jenny could swear she felt her blasted knees wobble. Oh, the man was dangerous. Entirely too sexy for his own good. She had to get out of there before she dissolved into a brainless puddle of hormones.
“Morgan, you and I had better go. Cole and Mr. Dalton have work to do.”
She was pleasantly surprised when Morgan didn’t kick up a fuss but followed her out of the barn into the cool November sunshine. Only as they approached the SUV did Jenny pick up on the reason for her daughter’s unusual docility.
In just a few seconds, Morgan had turned pale, her breathing wheezy and labored.
She should have expected it from the combination of animal dander, hay and excitement, but the swiftness of the asthma flare-up took her by surprise.
Still, Jenny had learned from grim experience never to go anywhere unprepared. She yanked the door open and lunged for her purse on the floor by the driver’s seat. Inside was Morgan’s spare inhaler and she quickly, efficiently puffed the medicine into the chamber and handed it to Morgan, then set her on the passenger seat while she drew the medicine into her lungs.
Morgan had that familiar panicky look in her eyes and Jenny spoke softly to calm her, the same nonsense
