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cancel a lesson unless she was dying. She’d ridden with raging headaches, sinus infections, smashed fingers, and a knee that had to be taped up. No matter how bad she felt, the lesson was important. Canceling was simply not an option.
    Mira nda began her warm-up, catching snatches of the conversation as she rode by. Apparently, the kid’s grandmother was dying, and Miranda would’ve bet money that by this time Nigel was feeling pretty damn small. Head hanging low, the girl left the arena in tears.
    N igel sat huddled in the corner with his jacket pulled tightly around him and his hood up over his cap. He’d never truly acclimated to Indiana’s weather, and Miranda hated to think how he would fare in Minnesota. In his opinion, Pemberton, Indiana was too cold in winter and too hot and humid in summer. There was no pleasing the man, and today was no exception.
    Karen came out to exercise another of Nigel’s horses. After giving her a few brief instructions, he yelled, “Okay, Miranda! I’m ready to be impressed!”
    After that last lesson, it shouldn ’t be too hard. Shortening her reins, she leaned back, driving Kira forward into the bit with her legs. The big mare dropped her head slightly and surged forward.
    “Good,” he called . “But rounder, deeper, more leg.”
    She squeezed harder with each stride, but it wasn’t enough.
    “Both legs, Miranda ! Get her rounder.”
    Tightening her legs to the point of pain, she worked the bit back and forth in Kira’s mouth. Nothing happened.
    “More leg !” he yelled. “More leg!”
    There was a standing joke around the barn that no one would ever want to have sex with Nigel because he would be much too critical. Miranda could imagine him yelling, “More leg!” to his wife all the time. Small wonder she always seemed to be in a bad mood.
    Turning her toes out, she used a tiny bit of spur.
    “Yes, Miranda !” he exclaimed. “Good. Now keep her that way.”
    There ’s always a catch…
    “Aaaahhhh … What happened? You had her and lost it. You’ve got to keep your aids coming. You go into neutral when you get her round and then you lose it.”
    If her concentration hadn’t already been broken, Miranda would’ve lost it then. Nigel’s screams nearly always made her crack up, and she found it impossible to concentrate on her riding while laughing her head off. At least he was in a better mood now. Undaunted, she tried it again.
    “Yes, Miranda !” he yelled ecstatically. “Yes, yes, yes!” As she and Kira cruised by in a perfect frame, Nigel shook his fists in the air and stomped his feet. “Don’t stop, Miranda! Keep on like that.” He heaved a satisfied sigh. “Oh, yeah …”
    Grinning broadly, she crossed the diagonal, still going strong, and thinking that sex with Nigel might not be so bad after all. If you ever did get it right, he would certainly let you know.

 
    Chapter 4
     
    After her lesson, Miranda let Kira walk for about fifteen minutes before heading back to the barn. Travis was still there, nailing shoes on a tall chestnut mare while Nigel furiously raked the barn aisle. Neither of them said a word while she unsaddled Kira and remained silent as she led the sweaty mare out to the wash stall for a quick sponge bath.
    The same stony silence prevailed upon her return, and though she suspected that Nigel was itching to discuss that morning’s events, so far, he wasn’t talking. Having mulled over the scene with his young student, Miranda had some definite ideas about what he might have done differently, but she wasn’t about to offer them unless he asked. Clipping the cross ties to Kira’s halter, she covered the mare with a light fleece blanket, packed up her gear, and carried it all out to the truck.
    Nigel rounded on her the moment she returned. “Could I have handled that better?”
    “Yes, you could, ” she replied, pleased that he’d finally asked. “All you had to do was ask her why she was behaving so strangely—without