loud."
At least his scent no longer consumed her awareness. "What the hell was that anyway?"
Jakob glanced at her as he backed the trailer slowly toward the split in the driveway. "What do you mean? You've never heard Metallica?" When she shook her head, he stopped the truck a moment to fiddle with the CD player. "This is called 'Enter Sandman'. One of my favorites. Listen?" When she nodded again, he turned it up to just above normal listening volume for her.
The catchy tune quickly gave way to the hard beat from earlier, and a growling voice blended perfectly. "Say your prayers little one, Don't forget my son…" Kate listened, captivated, as something in that voice reached into her and gripped a part of her she hadn't known existed. By the time the last notes trailed away, she knew without a doubt, she'd found something entirely new and unexpected.
Jakob watched her, not hiding his knowing smile. "Gotcha." His exact duplication of the growl on the CD sent a shiver down her spine. "Not what you expected?" His voice had gone back to normal, but her newly trained ear picked up the sinister growl hiding within the gravelly tones.
The shudder of appreciation wasn't easy to conceal, but Kate thought she managed it fairly well. "Not at all. I've never been interested in that kind of music. Always just turned the dial as quickly as possible."
"Hang around me a while. I'll show you something far more interesting than what you're used to." The way his gaze swept over her features, paused at her breasts, and continued downward said he fully intended the double meaning.
Okay, she really needed to change the subject. The lane to the barn appeared, offering the perfect opportunity. "Go forward and bear left here. You'll round the barn to the right and pull around back. I have a shed back there if you'd rather park under cover, or you can park just to the side of the shed."
The truck stopped and Jakob nodded once before putting it in gear and following directions. "Do I get an answer now? Or do I have to wait until I catch you a lion?"
"An answer to what?"
"Will you hang around me enough for me to show you some interesting things?"
Oh…boy. Every more severe epithet she'd ever known fled right out of her head. So much trouble. "That—" She had to pause and clear her throat to get the breathy, wanton tone out of her voice. She tried again, "That depends." Better.
"On what?" The grin he flashed her way said he knew all about the pulse that suddenly pounded her core.
"I haven't decided yet."
It was a good thing he'd stopped the truck behind the barn, waiting to see where he should go next. She opened her door and bailed when self-preservation demanded she get the hell away from all that overwhelming maleness. The man absolutely oozed sex at the moment, and she wasn't equipped to deal with that sort of assault on her senses. Nothing in her life had prepared her for that.
Limp on full display, Kate crossed in front of the truck. "We can unload your animals here. The corral should suit the horses, and there's a pen over there for the dogs." Rather than wait for an answer, she headed to open the corral gate.
Jakob already had the first horse out when she returned to the trailer. He passed her the lead on the bright sorrel and white paint. After a quick pat to introduce herself, she started forward, surprised when the horse's big head went impossibly high. She stepped back, prepared to wait out a rear, but the horse just calmly followed. Okay, then.
Apparently witnessing her discomfort, Jakob spoke, "Sorry, I forgot to warn you. These are Tennessee Walkers. Their head carriage is naturally far higher than a Quarter Horse's."
In short order, the four horses pranced around the corral with excited, exaggerated movements, nostrils fluttering to take in all the unfamiliar scents. Surely he didn't mean to take those high-strung animals on the trail? That was a recipe for disaster.
The dogs, big hounds, white with black patches on