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ooking morsel at Tyler's side.
    "Okay, okay. If you can remember your manners, I'll introduce you to this little lady. You guys had better get it out of your system now, because when we join the others, your job is to take care of Miss Day and look out for her. I don't want to be spending all my time watching you watching her." Tyler's arm tightened possessively. "She's not only a talented singer and mighty easy to look at, but she's turned out to be a real good sport too."
    A round of introductions followed, most of which flew over Sarah's head because, for some reason, her mind could only focus on the warm pressure of that muscular arm against her back and the large hand loosely cupping her hipbone. She was reacting like a teenager with her first crush, allowing the slightest touch or hint of a smile to reduce her to a pile of quivering Jell-O.
    Sarah was not totally without experience, but she was still a virgin. There had been dozens of men in her life, one of whom she'd serious enough about to consider marrying, but none had ever held for her this instantaneous, overwhelming attraction that drove coherent thought from her mind and sent goosebumps all over her body. Imagine what would happen to her if he should kiss her! Oh, no, now she was even thinking like a schoolgirl. Impatiently she shook her head to bring herself back to reality and the curious but courteous greetings of the wranglers who surrounded her, their hats in their hands, their eyes showing more interest than their words dared to express.
    "That's enough, men. It's time to hit the trail." Tyler brought the unofficial fan club meeting to an abrupt end.
    George came from the barn leading two horses. Tyler took the reins of a dainty snow-white mare and handed them to Sarah. " Zena, meet Sunny." He nodded from one to the other solemnly. "Sunny, meet Zena. She's very well-mannered and will adapt to your abilities as a rider."
    "We'll get along very well, won't we pretty lady?" Sarah stroked the dished face and small velvety nose of the little Arabian mare. "I've always loved horse s, and I'm a very good rider."
    "Oh? Have you taken lessons since your famous ride in Iowa?" he asked nonchalantly, hi s eyes glinting mischievously.
    "I didn't . . ." Fiercely she started to defend herself, then paused, silently cursing the position Sunny had put her in. Horseback riding was Sarah's most beloved pastime, and now Sunny's reputation had preceded her to the point that Sarah was again put on the defensive. Well, riding was one thing at which she could shine, and she would enjoy proving herself to this "doubting Tyler."
    "As a matter of fact, I took a correspondence course on the plane yesterday. We're having graduation ceremonies next week on the Wonder Horse at Safeway . It's strictly BYOQ, though."
    "Okay, I'll bite." The; corners of his laughing eyes crinkled as he tried unsuccessfully t o look serious. "What's BYOQ?"
    "Bring Your Own Quarter," she answered with an impudent wink, then fluidly swung into the saddle unassisted. "Let's go, cowboy. I'm waiting to see Texas—the h ard way."
    Tyler mounted his own large blood-bay gelding and watched skeptically as she handled the mare with the ease and skill of an experienced horsewoman. She was continuing to be full of s urprises—all pleasant, so far!
     
     

 
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    By the end of the day it was difficult to tell which part of her body hurt the worst. Grimly she decided it must be either her aching mouth, which had been stretched into what she hoped was a friendly smile for the last six hours, or her bottom, which felt like it had grown to the padded leather sad dle seat sometime after lunch.
    All in all things had gone better than she had anticipated. Although Sarah was a little out of practice, it had been like stepping back into her childhood to spend a whole day in the saddle with nothing more pressing on her mind than how to keep her hat (and possibly her wig) from being blown off her head