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at him like he was a lunatic.
    Juliette heard his words and knew that she should be cautious. Marcus was a huge man and she had no idea what he might do in this kind of a raging fury, but she couldn’t completely stifle the laughter. She slapped a hand over her mouth but another giggle came through.
    “What the hell is so funny?” he demanded. Spinning her around, he pinned her to the wall of the stall, glaring down at her. “My mother gave you permission to study the horses and you abuse her good nature by having a disgusting affair with someone right here, in the place where you’re supposed to be working. Doesn’t seem very scholarly to me,” he challenged.
    Juliette tried very hard, but the more she attempted to stifle her laughter, the harder it got not to laugh. “You’re absolutely right. I should be much more circumspect about my trysts. I’ll try harder to hide my naughty activities next time.”
    Marcus had never been a violent man but the thought of punching the wall sounded very nice right about now. He needed to punch something and he didn’t even care that the wood would hurt his knuckles.
    Brutus chose the wrong time to nuzzle him.
    “Go away, Brutus,” he snapped. “This is none of your business.” Why he was talking to the horse like it could understand, he didn’t know. It was completely illogical. All he could think was that this woman – with her cute butt in her tight jeans and those soft full breasts that he wanted so badly to explore – she was driving him insane.
    Unfortunately, the horse wasn’t listening. He nuzzled Marcus again.
    Juliette smiled fondly up at the enormous animal. “I told you, buddy. I don’t have anymore. You’re finished for the night,” Juliette said, slipping her hand out from Marcus’ grip to rub the horse’s soft nose. “Tomorrow night,” she promised. “And we won’t tell the mean bully, okay?”
    Brutus neighed softly, shaking his head as if he didn’t believe her. “I promise, big guy. I don’t have any more. Here, you can check,” she said and opened up the pocket to her jacket to show him that it was now empty. “You ate all of them.”
    Marcus suddenly realized what was going on. Juliette, with all of her gorgeous auburn hair and her pale skin wasn’t sneaking into the barn to have a tryst with a man.
    “You brought them treats,” he said, as if that were the most impossible thing in the world.
    She smiled up at him, those brown eyes dancing merrily. “Of course I brought them treats. I was watching them today and they deserve something special.” She pushed him away and this time, he allowed it. “They love treats just like the rest of us.”
    He watched her move over to Brutus and the ornery beast, the one that bit the last woman he’d brought down here, nuzzled her cheek, then dipped his head one more time to try and find more treats.
    “You shouldn’t be feeding them sugar,” he told her, still surly and smarting because her soft body had been pressed against his for too long. He liked the way she’d felt, her full breasts pressing against his chest, her hips cradling his erection perfectly. Damn, she fit him just right, he thought.
    “Of course I wouldn’t feed them sugar, you big oaf,” she said, not turning to look at him as she stroked Brutus’ neck. “They only get carrots and apple slices.” She turned around and glared right back at him. “You’re not a morning person,” she said, “and you’re obviously not a night person either. Are you surly and mean all the time?”
    “Yes,” he told her, his hands on his hips as he looked down at her. She was wearing those jeans that he loved so much. Not even the giant barn coat could hide her delectable body.
    She continued to look at him as if he should do something. Instead, they just stood there staring at each other. “Well?” she finally snapped. “What’s wrong now?”
    You’re not in my arms, he thought silently. “Shouldn’t you be heading back to