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her surprise.
    â€œGoodbye, then.”
    â€œWait just a minute and I’ll walk you to your car,” Drew told the pair, then turned to Luz. “Will you be going to see Rob?”
    â€œYes.” Luz nodded, frowning slightly. They usually went together after a game.
    â€œWhen you’re through, come back to the lounge. I’ll meet you there for drinks,” he said as he moved away from her.
    â€œOkay.” She returned his smile, but it faded when he turned away and walked with his guests toward the parking lot. She watched them leave, noting that Drew’s arm rested lightly on the brunette’s shoulders. It had been draped behind her chair through most of the game. Determinedly, Luz shrugged away the vague sense of unease.
    â€œI understand she’s been with the firm only a month.” Mary was standing next to her.
    â€œYes.” Luz hastily picked up her things, thinking that sisters could sometimes be too close. “She’s new to the area, so Drew is introducing her around, trying to make her feel welcome.”
    â€œMen always make you wonder whether they’d go to so much trouble if she wasn’t pretty.”
    â€œProbably not.”
    â€œThat Argentine’s bay horse was named Best-Playing Pony,” Mary said, and Luz appreciated the change of subject.
    â€œI’m not surprised.” She had missed the announcement. Herglance strayed to the cluster of people crowded around the presentation area. The ceremony itself was over, and all but one black-shirted rider were walking their sweat-glistening horses back to the picket lines. Chester Martin remained behind to have several photographs preserve the moment when Audra Kincaid had given him the large brass trophy cup. “Are you coming with me to the stables?” Luz asked her sister.
    â€œI’ll wait for them,” she said, indicating her mother and husband. “We’ll see you at the lounge.”
    After slipping her purse and the leather cases containing her camera and field glasses into her straw tote bag for easy carrying, Luz left the stands and skirted the presentation area crowded with its celebrants, photographers, and club officials. Groundsmen were busy replacing the divots to put the polo field back in playing condition, restoring the uniform thickness of grass as if a tense contest had never taken place there.

CHAPTER II
    S ince Rob had dismounted at the picket line at the end of the game, he hadn’t said one word. Trisha was getting tired of her brother’s grim silence. She sponged out the pony’s mouth while Rob unfastened the safety girth over the saddle.
    â€œRob, will you stop acting like the whole world is on your shoulders?” She resisted the impulse to throw the wet sponge at him and dropped it in the water bucket instead. “It was only a game, for heaven’s sake!”
    His teal-blue polo shirt was plastered to his back by perspiration. It made ringlets of his long, sandy hair. He lifted the saddle and pad off the horse’s back and turned to glare at her. “Who the hell asked you?”
    â€œHe speaks,” she murmured sarcastically and rested her hands on her hips, a stance that held a challenge. But Rob simply walked around her, carrying his saddle and pad, and depositing them on the ground beside the damp martingale, polo helmet, mallets, and whip.
    â€œTake the bandage off his tail.”
    â€œDo it yourself!” She hated it when he bossed her around in that tone she called his Kincaid voice. “You’re a royal bastard, you know that?”
    He crossed to the sorrel’s hindquarters and began removing the bandage that bound its tail to prevent it from interfering with a swinging mallet. His glance skimmed her from the twisted sweatband around her rust-brown hair down the front of her horse-stained T-shirt to the faded denim of her tight jeans and the scuffed, manure-dirty, but expensive leather