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hips. The denim was thin and pale across his butt, and one frayed hole showed off an inch of muscular thigh. Her insides trembled then twisted into a knot, and she found it suddenly hard to breathe. “You know,” she said under her breath, so that only Felicity could hear, “he’s not half bad.”
    “If you’re into slumming.”
    As if he’d heard her, Brig turned, and his eyes, a lazy shade of blue, seemed to burn right into her. “Somethin’ I can do for you?” he asked. His voice, so steady with the colt, was now impatient.
    “We’re just watching you,” Angie said with a smile that usually melted boys’ hearts.
    “Like what you see?”
    She couldn’t help but lick her lips. “It’s all right. I’ve seen better.”
    One black dark brow arched, and he slanted her a knowing, cocksure grin that silently called her a liar. “Then you don’t need to be starin’ now, do ya?” With that he turned back to the horse, and Angie felt a slow-growing burn climb up the back of her neck.
    Felicity couldn’t swallow her grin fast enough, and Angie turned on her heel, stalking across the pavement, her heart throbbing in her flushed cheeks. “Insolent bastard,” she spat as she ran up the sweeping flagstone path that curved toward the wide front porch. Mortified, she threw open the front door and stormed through the foyer. How dare he insult her! He was a nobody. Rumored to be illegitimate. Oh God, she was beginning to sound as snobbish as Felicity.
    She stopped in the bathroom, splashed water on her face, then joined Felicity in the kitchen. Her best friend’s green eyes were glinting with humor at Angie’s expense, but she had the good sense not to tease Angie right now.
    “You want somethin’ to drink?” Mary asked. A heavy woman who liked her own fare, Mary had cooked for the Buchanan family for years and had been hired long before Angie’s mother had died and her father had married Dena. Angie frowned at the thought of her stepmother—so pale and lifeless compared to the first Mrs. Rex Buchanan. “I’ve got iced tea. Or lemonade.” Mary was already reaching into the refrigerator, pulling out two chilled pitchers.
    “Tea,” Felicity said.
    “Sounds good,” Angie agreed as she glanced out the bay window and looked to the side of the house. She caught a glimpse of the stable and the paddock where Brig was still working with the stubborn horse. His black hair gleamed in the sunlight and his skin still shone with sweat. From a purely sensual and animal point of view, he was perfect. Toned, firm muscles, tight butt, square jaw and eyes that seemed to look right through her. A challenge. With a bad reputation already firmly established. The natural choice. A man unafraid to call her bluff. Someone her father, despite all his ridiculous philanthropy, could hate.
    Mary, intent on pounding every ounce of toughness out of a huge piece of flank steak, left two iced glasses on the counter and turned back to her cutting board. Her spiked wooden hammer started slapping against the raw meat as Angie grabbed her glass and stepped outside.
    “When will Derrick be back?” Felicity asked casually though there was a hint of worry in her voice. They followed a brick and stone path past Dena’s flower gardens and through the rose arbor to the pool.
    Angie shrugged and felt a twinge of sadness for her friend. Derrick had lost interest in Felicity months ago. He only saw her to keep her strung along. She was, after all, the judge’s daughter and she was willing to sleep with him despite the way he treated her.
    “Who knows?” Slipping a pair of sunglasses onto the bridge of her nose, Angie settled into a lounge chair near a large terra-cotta planter filled with fuchsias. Purple and pink blossoms dripped from leafy stems. She sipped thoughtfully from her drink and watched the ice cubes melt around a single slice of lemon. “If I were you and I wanted Derrick,” she said, sensing her friend bristle a little,