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acres.”
    â€œWell, I wouldn’t worry about the horse. With that much grazing area, he has plenty to eat.”
    Rebecca moved away from the cats and walked to where he stood gazing out the wide-open door. “Do you cowboy for a living, Jake?” she asked.
    His expression faintly amused, he looked at her. “That depends on what you mean by cowboying.”
    She shrugged, while wondering why he made her feel just a bit foolish. She was an educated woman with a college degree in business, along with being well-read on a variety of subjects. She kept up with current events, politics and the stock market. She was independent and had lived on her own for some years now. Yet when Jake looked at her with those brown eyes of his, she felt like a piece of mush, a woman who didn’t know the first thing about dealing with a real man like him.
    â€œWell, I’ll put the question this way, do you do your job on horseback?”
    He chuckled softly. “Most of the time. I own a ranch over by Fort Stanton, near Capitan. I raise cattle and horses.”
    She looked at him with interest. “Oh. Somehow I got the impression that you worked for the Cantrells.”
    â€œI used to work for Quint. On his ranch, the Golden Spur. But once he got the place built up to the way he wanted it, I decided he didn’t need me anymore. And by then—” he paused, his lips twisting to a wry slant “—I had fish of my own to fry. From time to time I still help Quint. Whenever he has roundup going. And Abe occasionally asks me to do things for him, too. Forinstance, a few of his special horses he won’t let anyone shoe, except me.”
    Her brows arched. “You do farrier work?”
    He nodded. “I did a lot of farrier work when I was younger. And then for a long time I managed the training barns at Ruidoso Downs.”
    â€œSo you know a lot about horses.”
    He chuckled again and the sexy sound drew her gaze straight to his. There was a gleam in his amber eyes that could only be described as provocative and she found herself drawing in a deep, cleansing breath and releasing it slowly.
    â€œI like to think so,” he drawled.
    Finding it more comfortable to look at her feet rather than him, she noticed her high heels were now covered with dust and one of the pointed toes scuffed. But she didn’t care. Bordeaux’s supplied her with clothing, shoes, bags, jewelry and anything she wanted as a way to advertise their merchandise. There were plenty more high heels where these came from.
    â€œI don’t know much about the outdoors,” she admitted, then glanced over her shoulder at the lazy cats. “Or animals. I’ve always loved being around them, but never had the opportunity to have any of my own.”
    As a young girl, she’d begged her mother for a dog or cat, but Gwyn had refused. Yet that hadn’t deterred Rebecca’s interest in animals. She’d visited the Humane Society every chance she’d gotten and fussed over her girlfriends’ furry pets. By the time she entered high school, she’d had her heart set on becoming a veterinarian and had tried to gear her studies in that direction. In her mind, it would be the perfect job. Not only would she get to spend her days with a variety of animals, she’d be caring for them, making them well and happy.
    But once her mother had learned of her daughter’s plans, Gwyn had been outraged. She’d absolutely forbidden Rebecca to even consider such a career, insisting that her daughter was too fragile, too beautiful to be dealing with animals in a dirty barnyard.
    Rebecca had argued the point. But by that time her father, Vance, who’d been a gentle, easygoing man, had already died, leaving Rebecca with no one to help support her wishes or desires. Gwyn had always been a forceful, strong-minded woman and Rebecca had never wanted to be a rebellious child. So she’d tried to consider