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“Soon. I’m gonna tell her soon.” Jed let go of Bobby’s shirt, and his rage dissipated in the sweltering heat that seemed to pound down from the sun.
    Bobby snorted. “Ever think she might laugh in your face? That she might move on? I hear she’s goin’ to some fancy Ivy League school back East. What was the name of that school in the movie out a few years ago— Love Story —wasn’t it Radcliffe or some such shit? She might have other plans.”
    Jed’s smile was slow and wicked. “Then she’ll just have to change them, won’t she?”
     
    “Jed’s got the hots for you,” Felicity drawled as Angie parked her sporty Datsun near the garage.
    “So what else is new?”
    Lifting her heavy mane of straight red hair off her nape, Felicity shook her head and glanced at her friend. “He’s so horny he can’t stand it.”
    Angie wasn’t interested. Jed Baker was an oaf. A big, overgrown ox of a boy.
    They climbed out of the air-conditioned interior of the silver car, and Angie felt the late afternoon heat sear her skin. God, it was hot. Her blouse was sticking to her, her hair was wet where it met her scalp, and she didn’t care one way or the other about Jed Baker. He was just a kid. Nineteen. Same as her.
    “I think he’s in love with you,” Felicity continued as she slammed the Datsun’s passenger door shut and scanned the parking area near the garage.
    Felicity was obviously looking for Derrick’s truck, but his black pickup wasn’t in sight and the corners of Felicity’s mouth tightened a bit. For a second she looked desperate. It was an emotion Angie understood all too well. She recognized it each time she looked in the mirror. But she didn’t want to think about it—not now.
    “Jed Baker loves poker. He loves booze. But he doesn’t love me,” Angie said, trying to keep her mind on the conversation. “Besides I don’t want a boy.” She glanced around the stable yard, searching until her gaze settled on the bare back of Brig McKenzie. He was working with one of the horses and the animal was fighting him. The colt’s eyes were blazing, his massive head pulling hard at the lead, trying to free himself of the stubborn man. Brig’s boot heels were dug into the dust, and the more the horse resisted, the more he worked the lead rope, his shoulder muscles gleaming with sweat, his face set in determination. It was as if he didn’t notice anyone or anything but the animal, and Angie felt a fluttering in her stomach. She wondered what it would be like if Brig looked at her like that, with that same gleam of reckless stamina that he forced on the wayward animal. Though he wasn’t much older than she, Brig McKenzie seemed to have years of experience on the other boys in town. He could give her what she wanted. What she needed.
    Tossing her hair away from her face, she crossed the hot asphalt and leaned against the fence, content to watch the play of sinew and muscle in his shoulders and forearms.
    The horse tried to back up and Brig talked to him, low and soft, a rough whisper that caused Angie’s scalp to tingle.
    “What’s he doing here?” Felicity asked, catching up with her.
    “Dad hired him last week.”
    “Why?”
    “Ranch work.” Angie was irritated by Felicity’s questions and the snooty tone of her voice. There was a lot that bothered her about Felicity these days, but then, Angie hadn’t been her usually lighthearted self the past few weeks. “He’s supposed to be the best horseman in the county.”
    “Yeah, when he’s not in jail,” Felicity said under her breath. “Or sleeping with someone’s wife.”
    “He’s never been booked,” Angie whispered hotly, surprised at how much she knew of Brig McKenzie and disturbed by the fact that she felt compelled to defend him. “And that womanizing bit…it’s probably exaggerated.” She let her gaze wander down the cleft of his spine, past the smooth curve of his waist. His belt was thick rough leather that rested low on his