be an asset at the facility. Clay thought I’d be perfect, since I’m good with horses, too.”
Clay? He was going to have to talk to his brother. Never mind that Callie Sullivan was Hawkins Sullivan’s daughter and they’d already beat Worth Ranch out of one big cattle deal this year, Tagg didn’t need the temptation Callie posed to him.
He resumed brushing down the mare. Clay had no clue about Tagg’s one-night stand with Callie and he wasn’t going to bring it up. If word got out, the family would try their hand at matchmaking. Lord knows, they’d tried before. But Tagg wasn’t shopping for a relationship and he’d made himself very clear. “Well, thanks for telling me.”
“It’s a pretty wonderful charity. Your brother is a good man for doing this.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I told him to forget I’m The Hawk’s daughter while I’m on the ranch. My focus will only be on helping to get Penny’s Song off the ground.”
“I’m sure he appreciates that.” He patted the mare’s rump then turned to fill a steel bucket half-full of oats. He’d ridden the horse hard while on the range.
Before he could get the oats to the mare, Callie stepped up, bumping him slightly. He caught a whiff of her perfume—flowery but earthy, as if she’d stamped her own unique scent on it. Memories flooded back instantly. That sultry dance in the bar. Her long black hair flowing wild and free. The way her moist skin tasted when he’d kissed her.
“I bet she’ll like this more.” Callie reached into her front pocket, coming up with half a dozen sugar cubes. She opened her palm to the mare. A pink tongue came out to lap up Callie’s treat. She slid her hand along the mare’s mane. “Are we friends now, girl?” Her tone was soft and soothing, as if they’d just shared something intimate. “Yeah, I think we are.” She turned to Tagg, her eyes bright. “What’s her name?”
Tagg set the bucket down in front of the horse and moved to the wall to hang up the brush, leaving Callie and her tempting scent behind. “Russet.”
Callie smiled wide. “That’s perfect.”
Tagg nodded, watching Callie interact with his horse. She wore jeans and a soft cotton shirt, nothing daring, nothing that would raise a man’s temperature. Except that he knew what was underneath her clothes: soft creamy skin, hips that flared slightly and perfect breasts that when freed of constraints could bring a man to tears.
She knew horses. Knew how to talk to them, how to treat them. That didn’t surprise him as much as please him. He leaned back against the wall watching her until Callie realized what he was doing.
Her brows lifted, a question in her expression as she looked at him.
“Why’d you do it, Callie? We barely knew each other. Why me?”
Deep in thought, she studied him, and Tagg wondered if she would tell him the truth. A moment ticked by and then she tilted her head slightly. “When I saw you sitting on that bar stool … you looked how I felt.” She stood with set shoulders near his mare. “Lonely. Disappointed. Wishing things in your life were different. I thought we needed each other. That maybe we could help each other.”
Tagg hadn’t expected that much honesty. Callie had looked into his soul and really seen him. He never spoke of Heather to anyone. It was as though if he didn’t say the words aloud, they wouldn’t be true. They wouldn’t hurt as much. Except now, with Callie, he felt a need to explain, if only this one time. “It was the anniversary of my wife’s death. She was everything to me. I went to Reno on the pretense of business, to forget.”
Callie cast him a sympathetic look, her eyes filled with under standing. “I’m sorry.”
“No sorrier than I am.” He looked away, gazing out the barn doors to the land that had belonged to the Worths for generations, not really seeing any of it. He pushed images of that fiery split-in-two plane on the tarmac out of his mind. He’d seen it enough in his nightmares. He turned to her then, looking deep into her pretty brown eyes. “When I said that night shouldn’t have happened, I meant it. Nothing’s gonna come of it, Callie. It’d be best if we put it out of our heads.”
“Agreed,” she said instantly, her eyes firm on his. “Like I said, I’m here to break the ice. In case we should bump into each other at Penny’s Song. I’m not good with awkward.”
Tagg smiled. “Me, neither. Never had any social skills.”
She chuckled deep in her throat and nodded in agreement. He almost took offense but then Callie’s lips parted slightly and she spoke soft words that couldn’t be misconstrued. “You make up for it in other ways.”
“Do I?” Always nice to know a female companion had no complaints when he took her to bed. Tagg’s mind drifted to the beautiful brunette with soulful caramel eyes moaning his name as he drove deep inside her. Oh, man. He shook those thoughts free before Callie caught a hint of what he was thinking.
He wondered what she needed to forget. What kind of loneliness and pain had she been clinging to that night? But Tagg wasn’t going down that road. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want any more involvement with Callie Sullivan, pretty as she was.
Callie pursed her lips and nodded. They stared at each other silently.
“I should go.”
“Probably should.”
“Okay, then.” She walked out the barn door and Tagg followed quietly behind her.
But then she stopped, turned on her heels abruptly and he nearly mowed her down. Their bodies connected; his chest knocked her backward. On impulse, he shot both arms out to keep her from falling. “Damn, woman. Give a man some warning.”
And there he was, holding soft, pretty Callie Sullivan in his arms. Her hair fell back, and when he righted her, the shiny strands came forward and tickled his fingers.
She blinked. Looked up into his eyes. “Thanks.”
“Why’d you stop so quickly?”
“I had something else to say.”
“Say it.” That musky flowery scent invaded his senses and reminded him once again about their night together. He released his hold when he was sure she was on level footing. Callie set her hands on her hips, the exact place where his hands had been. It was an unconscious gesture on her part, but one that tugged at his cold heart.
“I don’t usually pick up men in bars.” She shot him a bold look that dared him to doubt her.
Tagg arched his brows.
Color rushed to her face. “I mean to say, I’ve never had a one-night stand before. It’s not my—”
“Got it.” He wanted out of this conversation and the reminder of that night.
“You do? You believe me?”
“Doesn’t make a bit of difference if I believe you or not, but yeah, I do believe you. I may not have social skills but I’ve got good instincts.”
“It makes a difference to me. I’m glad you believe me. I mean,
