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again, I’m liable to steal her away.
    I smile.  The thing is, I think I probably could.  That’s just not really my way.  Now if she leaves him for me… that’s a whole other story.
    Just the thought of those lush lips and that tight little body makes the crotch of my jeans shrink about two sizes.  And that’s not a good thing when I’m on a horse’s back.
    I guide Runner back to the stable.  From the corner of my eye, I see a flash of dark copper catch the sun.  I feel the grin tugging at my lips when I see none other than the object of my daydream walking toward the stable with her friend.
    How did she find me?
    Doesn’t matter.  She found me.  Now she’s as good as mine.
    When Runner reaches the stable doors, I hop off his back and walk him the rest of the way in.  I stop him in front of his stall so I can bathe him and groom him after his run.
    I peel my sticky shirt off and run my fingers through my damp hair. 
    “This is gonna feel good for both of us, huh, Runner?” I say to the horse.  He puffs once.  I always get a little wet when I bathe the horses.  Guess I’m just a messy guy.
    I get everything ready and I’m just starting to hose him off when she comes into the stable.  I look up and she’s watching me.  She looks fresh-faced and sexy as hell in her worn out blue jeans, boots and little red shirt.  Her hair is wound up in some sort of loose bun type thing on top of her head.  I can imagine her taking it down and shaking that red mess free, real slow.  Makes me want to pound something just thinking about it.
    The strange thing is, she looks confused.  Like she’s surprised to see me.
    But why would she be surprised when she came here looking for me ?
     

 
    CHAPTER NINE- Cami
     
    Jenna mumbles exactly what I’m thinking. 
    “Holy shit!  Will you look at that!”
    I know I’m staring.  Rudely.  Again.  But I can’t help it.  At the other end of the stable stands Trick.  He’s shirtless, hatless, and wet.  And I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen anything hotter. 
    His arms are long and muscular and his shoulders are wide.  When I look at them, one word comes to mind—powerful.  He’s a lot like the horses in the way his muscles move and bunch under his smooth skin.  And his chest!  Dear God, those pecs are just begging for my fingers to dig right in.
    His stomach completes the perfect package of his upper body.  It’s rippled like the surface of the lake when I drop a rock into it, every abdominal well-defined.
    His skin is tan, like he spends a lot of time outdoors without his shirt on.  And, considering the weapons this boy is packing, I think he’s doing the world a favor when he does it. 
    My eyes travel to his big hands as he rubs them over Runner’s side.
    “What the hell is he doing here?” Jenna whispers, again voicing what is going through my mind.
    He’s bathing a horse.  One of my father’s horses.  What the…?
    I had been heading for Firewalker’s stall, but now I veer toward Trick and Runner.  As I approach, he looks up, his gray eyes raking me appreciatively from head to toe.  He grins up at me. It’s lopsided and just about the sexiest thing ever.
    “What are you grinnin’ at?” I ask.
    “You are a walking, talking teenage dream in those jeans.”  I blush.  Of course.  His grin turns into a smile.  “You sure that’s how you want to start this conversation?  Remember how it ended up last time?”  My cheeks burn and I know they’re fiery red.  He chuckles.  “Maybe I just should’ve said ‘hi’ instead.”
    I ignore him and come back with my own question.  “What are you doing here?”
    His smile falters a bit and he frowns.  “Isn’t this where you expected me to be?”
    “Um, no.  Why would I?”
    “That’s a good question.  You came looking for me.  I figured you’d have a reason.”
    “No, Jenna and I came out to go for a ride.  Why would I look for you here?”
    I’m fascinated by the