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His Convenient Virgin Bride / Seduction on the CEO’s Terms: His Convenient Virgin Bride
Barbara Dunlop
Charlene Sands
His Convenient Virgin BrideHe never imagined the incredible beauty would be a virgin! Yet just weeks after their roll in the hay, Stephanie Ryder was expecting his baby. Now millionaire Alec Creighton’s proposed and with the ceremony imminent, would he wheel and deal his way out of it? Knowing the delights his bride offered, would having her in his bed be a pleasure he would afford?Seduction on the CEO’s Terms CEO Joe Carlino had returned to Napa Valley to help run the family winery; he’d made the mistake of indulging in an office romance before, and even beautiful Ali Pendrake didn’t tempt him to try again. Frustrated that her boss was judging her solely by her looks, Ali went for a total reverse makeover. Ironically, when she transformed from glittery Cinderella to mousey plain-Jane, she really caught the wealthy bachelor’s eye.



His Convenient
Virgin Bride
Barbara Dunlop


Seduction On
The Ceo’s Terms
Charlene Sands





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His Convenient
Virgin Bride

Barbara Dunlop

“You’re here for a shotgun wedding …?” she asked, her brow raised.
“Something like that,” he admitted.
Stephanie shook her head. “Thanks for stopping by, Alec. You’re an honorable man. But your baby is safe in my hands. I’ll drop you a line once it’s born.”
“Not quite the way things are going to happen,” he said as he stared down at her with intense purpose.
“Get this straight in your mind, Stephanie. You are marrying me.”
She squinted into his dark, intense eyes. “That was a joke, right?”
“Am I laughing?”

About the Author
BARBARA DUNLOP writes romantic stories while curled up in a log cabin in Canada’s far north, where bears outnumber people and it snows six months of the year. Fortunately, she has a brawny husband and two teenage children to haul firewood and clear the driveway while she sips cocoa and muses about her upcoming chapters. Barbara loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website at www.barbaradunlop.com.
For my husband
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the MONTANA MILLIONAIRES: THE RYDERS series from Desire™. I have a great time writing siblings, and I hope you enjoy stephanie’s story in His Convenient Virgin Bride, along with the stories of her brothers, Royce and Jared, in the companion books.
I also love a ranch setting and a smart, protective hero. Add to that a little mystery and a long-ago family secret, and you have the ingredients for a really fun write. I enjoyed exploring the Ryder family history in this book, and it was great to touch base again with the characters from Seduction and the CEO and In Bed with the Wrangler. I hope you enjoy the finale to the Ryders’ series.
Happy reading!
Barbara

One
Stephanie Ryder felt a telltale breeze puff against the skin of her chest. She glanced down to discover a button had popped on her stretch cotton blouse. The lace of her white bra and the curve of her breasts were clearly visible in the gap.
She crossed her arms to block the view, arching a mocking brow at the man silhouetted in the tack shed door. “You, Alec Creighton, are no gentleman.”
Wearing a dress shirt, charcoal slacks and black loafers that were at odds with the rustic setting of a working horse stable, his gaze moved indolently from the wall of her forearm back to her eyes. “It took you twenty-four hours to figure that out?”
“Hardly,” she scoffed. “But you keep reinforcing the impression.”
He took a step forward. “Are you still mad?” She swiftly redid the button and smoothed her blouse. “I was never mad.”
Disappointed, yes. Wesley Harrison had been inches away from kissing her last night when Alec had interrupted them.
Wesley was a great guy. He was good-looking, smart and funny, and only a year younger than Stephanie. He’d been training at Ryder Equestrian Center since June, and he’d been flirting with her since they met.
“He’s too young for you,” said Alec.
“We’re the same age.” Practically.
The jut of Alec’s brow questioned her honesty, but he didn’t call her on it.
With his trim hair, square chin, slate-gray eyes and instructions to go through her equestrian business records with a fine-tooth comb, she should have found his presence intimidating. But Stephanie had spent most of her life handling two older brothers and countless unruly jumping horses. She wasn’t about to get rattled by a hired corporate gun.
“Shouldn’t you be working?” she asked.
“I need your help.”
It was her turn to quirk a brow. Financial management was definitely not her forte. “With what?”
“Tour of the place.”
She reached for the cordless phone on the workbench next to Rosie-Jo’s tack. “No problem.” She pressed speed dial three.
“What are you doing?”
The numbers bleeped swiftly in her ear. “Calling the stable manager.”
Alec closed the distance between them. “Why?”
“To arrange for a tour.” He lifted the phone from her hand and pressed the off button. “You can give me a tour.”
“I don’t have time.”
“You are still mad at me.”
“No, I’m not.”
She wasn’t thrilled to have him here. Who would be? He’d be her houseguest for the next few days, and he was under orders from her brothers to streamline the family’s corporation, Ryder International. She was a little worried, okay a lot worried, that he’d find fault with her management of the Ryder Equestrian Center.
Stephanie didn’t skimp on quality, which meant she didn’t skimp on cost, either. She was training world-class jumpers. And competing at that level demanded the best in everything; horses, feed, tack, trainers, vets and facilities. She was accustomed to defending her choices to her brothers. She wasn’t crazy about defending them to a stranger.
“Are you proud of the place?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” she answered without hesitation.
“Then show it to me,” he challenged.
She hesitated, searching her mind for a dignified out.
He waited, the barest hint of a smirk twitching his mouth.
Finally she squared her shoulders, straightened to her full five foot five and met his gaze head-on. “You, Alec Creighton,” she repeated, “are no gentleman.”
The smile broadened, and he eased away, stepping to one side and gesturing to the tack shed door. “After you.”
Stephanie waltzed past with her head held high.
It wasn’t often a man talked her into a corner. She didn’t much like it, but she might as well get this over with. She’d give him his tour, answer his questions, send him back to the ranch house office and get back to her regular routine.
She had an intermediate jumping class to teach this morning, her own training this afternoon and she needed to have the vet examine her Hanoverian mare, Rosie-Jo. Rosie had shied at a jump in practice yesterday, and Stephanie needed to make sure the horse didn’t have any hidden injuries.
They headed down the dirt road alongside a hay barn, moving in the direction of the main stable and riding arena. She was tempted to lead him, expensive loafers and all, through the mud and manure around the treadmill pool.
It would serve him right.
“So, what exactly is it that you do?” she asked, resisting temptation.
“I troubleshoot.”
She tipped her head to squint at his profile in the bright sunshine. Last night, she’d privately acknowledged that he was an incredibly good-looking man. He also carried himself well, squared shoulders, long stride, confident gait. “And what does that mean?”
“It means, that when people have trouble, they call me.” He nodded to the low, white building, off by itself at the edge of Melody Meadow. “What’s that?”
“Vet clinic. What kind of trouble?”
“Your kind of trouble. You have your own vet?”
“We do. You mean cash flow and too rapid corporate expansion?” That was the Ryder’s corporate issue in a nutshell.
“Sometimes.”
“And the other times?”
He didn’t answer.
“Are you proud of it?” she goaded.
He gave a rueful smile as he shook his head.
She tilted her head to one side, going for ingenuous and hopeful. It usually worked on her brothers.
“Fine. Mostly I identify market sector expansion opportunities then analyze the financial and political framework of specific overseas economic regions.”
She blinked.
“On behalf of privately held companies.”
“The vet’s name is Dr. Anderson,” she offered.
Alec coughed out a chuckle.
“It sounds challenging,” she admitted, turning her focus back to the road.
He shrugged. “You need to develop contacts. But once you learn the legislative framework of a given county, it applies to all sorts of situations.”
“I suppose it would.”
The breeze freshened, while horses whinnied as they passed a row of paddocks.
“Tell me about your job,” Alec prompted.
“I teach horses to jump over things,” she stated, not even attempting to dress it up.
There was a smile in his voice, but his tone was mild. “That sounds challenging.”
“Not at all. You get them galloping really fast, point them at a jump and most of the time they figure it out.”
“And if they don’t?”
“Then they stop, and you keep going.”
“Headfirst?” he asked.
“Headfirst.”
“Ouch.”
She subconsciously rubbed the tender spot on the outside of her right thigh where she’d landed hard coming off Rosie-Jo yesterday. “Ouch is right.” The road tapered to a trail as they came up to the six-foot, white rail fence that surrounded the main riding arena. Alec paused to watch a group of young jumping students and their trainer on the far side.
Stephanie stopped beside him.
“I didn’t mean to sound pretentious,” he offered.
“I know.” She had no doubt that he was accurately describing his job. Her brothers wouldn’t have hired him if he wasn’t a skilled and experienced professional.
Alec hooked his hand over the top fence rail and pivoted to face her. “So, are you going to tell me what you really do?”
Stephanie debated another sarcastic answer, but there was a frankness in his slate eyes that stopped her.
“I train horses,” she told him. “I buy horses, sell horses, board them, breed them and train them.” She shifted her gaze to the activities of the junior class. “And I jump them.”
“I hear you’re headed for the Olympics.” His gaze was intent on her expression.
“The Olympics are a long way off. I’m focused on the Brighton competition for the moment.”
As she spoke, Wesley appeared from behind the bleachers, leading Rockfire into the arena for a round of jumps. Even from this distance, she could appreciate his fresh-faced profile, lanky body and sunshine-blond hair.
His lips had been that close to hers.
She wondered if he’d try again.
“What about management?”
Stephanie blinked her focus back to Alec. “Hmm?”
“Management. I assume you also manage the stable operations?”
She nodded, her gaze creeping sideways for another glimpse of Wesley as he mounted his horse. This was his first year on the adult jumping circuit, and he was poised to make a splash. He grinned as he spoke to Tina, the junior class instructor, raking a spread hand through his full, tousled hair before putting on his helmet.
“Your boyfriend?” There was an edge to Alec’s voice.
Stephanie turned guiltily, embarrassed that her attention had wandered.
Alec frowned at her, and the contrast between the two men was startling. One light, one dark. One carefree, one intense.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Just a crush then?”
“It’s nothing.”
Alec dropped his hand from the rail as Wesley and Rockfire sailed over the first jump. “It’s something.”
She glared at him. “It’s none of your business, is what it is.”
He stared back for a silent minute.
His eyes were dark. His lips were parted. And a fissure of awareness suddenly sizzled through her.
No.
Not Alec.
It was Wesley she wanted.
“You’re right,” Alec conceded into the long silence. “It is none of my business.”
None of his business, Alec reminded himself.
Back inside her house that evening, he found himself staring at Stephanie’s likeness in a framed cover of Equine Earth magazine that was hanging on the living room wall. The fact that her silver-blue eyes seemed to hide enchanting secrets, that her unruly, auburn hair begged for a man’s touch and that the light spray of freckles across her nose lent a sense of vulnerability to an otherwise flawless face, was none of his damn business.
The equestrian trophy in her hand, however, was his business, as was the fact that the Ryder name was sprayed across the cover of a nationally circulated magazine.
“That was at Carlton Shores,” came her voice, its resonance sending a buzz of awareness up his spine.
“Two thousand and eight,” she finished, coming up beside him.
He immediately caught the scent of fresh brewed coffee, and looked over to see two burgundy, stoneware mugs in her hands.
“You won,” he stated unnecessarily.
She handed him one of the mugs. “You seem like a ‘black’ kind of a guy.”
He couldn’t help but smile at her accurate assessment. “Straight to the heart of the matter,” he agreed.
“I take cream and sugar.” She paused. “Dress it up as much as you can, I guess.”
“Why does that not surprise me?”
She was in a business that was all pomp, glitz and show. Oh, she worked hard at it. There was no way she would have made it this far if she hadn’t. But her division of Ryder International certainly wasn’t the bedrock of the company’s income stream.
He took a sip of the coffee. It was just the way he liked it, robust, without being sharp on the tongue.
She followed suit, and his gaze took a tour from her damp, freshly washed hair, pulled back in a sensible braid, to her clingy, white tank top and the pair of comfortable navy sweatpants that tapered down to incongruous lime-green socks. “Nice,” he observed.
She grinned, sticking a foot forward to show it off. “Royce brought them back for me from London. Apparently they’re all the rage.”
“You’re making a fashion statement?”
“Everything else was in the laundry,” she admitted. “I’m kind of lazy that way.”
“Right. Lazy. That was the first thing I thought when I met you.” It was nearly nine o’clock in the evening, and she’d only just stopped work to come in and shower for dinner.
“I’m going to assume that was sarcasm.”
“The outfit works,” he told her sincerely. Quite frankly, with her compact curves and toned muscles, she’d make a sackcloth work just fine.
She rolled her eyes. “Can I trust anything you say?”
Alec found himself captivated by the twinkle in her blue irises and the dark lips that contrasted with her creamy skin. She was charming and incredibly kissable, and he had to ruthlessly pull himself back to business.
“Are you aware that Ryder Equine Center has next to no income?” he asked, his blunt tone an admonishment of himself, not her.
When the sparkle vanished from her eyes, he told himself it was for the best.
“We make money,” she asserted.
“A drop in the bucket compared to what you spend.” Sure, they sold a few horses, boarded a few horses and took in tuition from students. And Stephanie had won some cash prizes in jumping competitions over the years. But the income didn’t begin to compare with the massive expenditures necessary to run this kind of operation.
She gestured to the magazine cover. “And there’s that.”
“Nobody’s disputing that you win.”
“I mean the marketing value. That’s the front cover of Equine Earth. It was a four page article. Check out the value of that on the open market.”
“And how many potential lessees of Chicago office tower space do you suppose read Equine Earth magazine?”
“Plenty. Horse jumping is a sport of the rich and famous.”
“Have you done an analysis of the demographics of the Equine Earth readership?”
Her lips compressed, and she set her coffee mug down on a table.
Alec regretted that she’d stopped smiling, but he forced himself to carry on. “I have no objection to assigning a value to marketing efforts—”
“Well thank you so much, oh guru of the framework for overseas economic regions.”
“Hey, I’m trying to have a professional—”
The front door cracked sharply as it opened, and Alec instantly clamped his mouth shut. He turned to see Royce appear in the doorway, realizing how loud his and Stephanie’s voices had risen.
But Royce’s smile was easy, his nod friendly. Obviously they hadn’t been overheard.
“Hey, Royce.” Stephanie went to her brother, voice tone down, smile back in place.
Royce gave her a quick hug, then he turned his attention to Alec. “Am I interrupting something?”
“We were talking about my career,” Stephanie chirped. “The publicity Ryder Equestrian Center brings to the entire corporation.” She looked to Alec for confirmation. He nodded, grateful she seemed willing to keep their spat private.
“Did you show him the video?” Royce asked.
Stephanie looked instantly wary. “He doesn’t need to see the video.”
Royce set her aside and strode into the room. “Sure he does. What better way to understand your career. Got any popcorn?”
“We haven’t had dinner yet. I’m not—”
“Then let’s grill some burgers.” Royce pushed up the sleeves of his cotton, Western shirt. “I could use a burger. How about you, Alec?”
“Sure. Burgers sound good.” So did watching videos of Stephanie, especially since she seemed hesitant. Did she have something to hide?
“Well, I’m not sticking around for this,” Stephanie warned.
“Aren’t you hungry?” asked Royce.
She stuck her freckled nose in the air. “I’ll get something at the cookhouse.”
“Suit yourself,” said Royce, and Alec caught the faintest glimpse of satisfaction on the man’s face.
What was going on here?
Stephanie stuffed her feet into a pair of worn leather boots, shrugged into a chunky gray sweater and stomped out the door.
“I thought she’d never leave,” said Royce.
Alec peered at the man. “What’s going on?”
Royce turned down the short passage to the kitchen. “We’re grilling burgers and watching family videos.”
Twenty minutes later, Alec bit into a juicy, flavorful burger. He had to admit, Royce really knew his way around an outdoor grill. Alec was starving, and the burger was fabulous, slathered in fried onions, topped with a thick slice of garden fresh tomato, and encased in what had to be a homemade bun.
Beside him in the opposite armchair, Royce clicked the remote control on the television. “If anyone asks,” he said, settling down to his own dinner. “We were simply eating burgers and watching home videos.”
Chewing and swallowing, Alec glanced from their plates to the television and back again. “No problem. I’ve got your back.”
Royce nodded.
They made their way through their meals as a young, red-haired Stephanie bounced over foot high jumps on a white pony. Her small hands were tight on the reins, her helmet was slightly askew, and her face was screwed up in determination as she cleared the rails.
Alec couldn’t help but smile, and he wondered why Stephanie objected to him watching. She was adorable.
In his short time he’d spent down at the main house on the Ryder Ranch with Royce and his fiancée, Amber, Alec definitely got the sense that both Royce and Stephanie’s oldest brother Jared were in the habit of indulging her. Looking at this video, and knowing the age difference between Stephanie and her two brothers, it was easy to see how that had happened.
Turning toward a crisscrossed jump, the pony gathered itself. Stephanie stood in the stirrups, leaning across its neck. The animal’s front legs lifted off the ground, back feet kicking out. The pair sailed over the white painted rails, jolting to the dirt on the other side.
The horse came to a halt, but Stephanie kept going, flying over its head, arms flailing as she catapulted forward, thudding into the dirt. Luckily the horse veered to one side, stepping neatly around her little body.
Jared and Royce both ran into the frame. The two teenagers gingerly turned their sister over, talking to her—though Alec couldn’t make out the words—brushing the dirt from her little face.
She sat up. Then she nodded, bracing herself on Jared’s shoulder and coming to her feet.
Her brothers kept talking, but she shook her head, walking determinedly toward the pony, taking the reins, and circling around to mount. She was too short to put her foot in the stirrup, so Royce gave her a leg up.
Jared kept arguing, looking none too happy. But Stephanie got her way. She turned the horse, heading to the end of the arena. The camera followed her as she restarted the course.
Alec shook his head, his feelings a cross between admiration and amusement.
Suddenly Royce set his plate aside and lifted the remote control, muting the sound.
Alec turned his attention.
“There’s something you need to know.” Though Royce’s tone was even, his expression was narrowed and guarded.
Alec arched a brow.
“This needs to be kept in the strictest confidence,” Royce warned.
“Everything you tell me is kept in the strictest confidence.” It was a hallmark of Alec’s business.
Royce nodded sharply.
Alec waited, his curiosity growing.
“Right,” said Royce, fingers drumming against the leather arm of the chair. He drew a breath. “Here it is then. We’re being blackmailed.” He paused. “It’s Stephanie.” “What did she do?” Dope a horse? Fix a competition? Royce scowled. “She didn’t do anything. She’s the one in the dark, and we’re keeping it that way.”
Right. Stupid conclusion. Alec tried another tactic. “Who’s blackmailing you?” “I’d rather not say.”
“Okay …” Alec wasn’t sure where to go with that. “It’s the biggest drain on the cattle ranch’s account.” At least that explained why Amber thought Alec ought to know.
“How much are we talking about?” he asked. “A hundred thousand a month.”
“A month?”
Royce’s expression was grim as he nodded. Alec straightened in his armchair. “How long has this been going on?” “At least a decade.” “Excuse me?” “I know.”
“You’ve spent twelve million dollars keeping a secret from Stephanie?”
Royce rocked to his feet, shoulders square, hands balled.
“Must be one hell of a secret.” Royce twisted round to glower at Alec. “Sorry. None of my business,” said Alec. Still, he couldn’t help sifting through the possibilities in his mind. Was there a shady business deal in their past? Did the family fortune originate from an unsavory source? Gambling? Bootlegging?
“You won’t figure it out,” said Royce.
“I might.”
“Not this. And I don’t want you snooping around.”
“I won’t snoop,” Alec agreed. He’d respect his client’s wishes. “But I might think.”
Royce gazed at the silent screen where an elevenish Stephanie was taking yet another spill. “Suppose you can’t stop a man from thinking.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Aw, hell.” Royce heaved a sigh and sat back down.
Alec gave him a moment. “How bad can it be?”
Royce scoffed out a harsh laugh. “My father was a murderer and my mother was adulterous.” He paused. “We’re being blackmailed by her lover’s brother. The lover was also the murder victim.” Another pause, and Royce’s voice went lower. “That’s how bad it can be.”
Alec’s brain filled in the blank. “And Stephanie is your half sister.”
Royce drew back sharply, his expression confirming the truth.
Alec shrugged. “That’s the only possibility worth twelve million dollars.”
“She’s never going to know.”
“You can’t keep paying him forever.”
“Oh, yes, we can.” Royce grasped the back of his neck. “My grandfather paid until he died. Then McQuestin paid. I took over a couple months ago.”
Though it went beyond the bounds of his contract, Alec felt an obligation to be honest. “What are you going to do when he ups his price?”
It was obvious from Royce’s expression that he hadn’t considered that possibility.
“You’ll eventually have to tell her, Royce.” Royce shook his head. “Not if we stop him.” “And how are you planning to accomplish that?” “I don’t know.” Royce paused. “Got any ideas?”

Two
Last night’s cookhouse burger hadn’t measured up to Royce’s talents, but it had filled Stephanie’s hunger gap. And at least she’d avoided one more screening of Stephanie Hits the Dirt Across America.
It was one thing to show that bloopers reel to friends and family, but to strangers? Business associates? She was busy trying to get Alec to take her seriously, and Royce was making her look like a klutz.
Nice guy her brother.
She opened the wooden gate to Rosie-Jo’s stall in the center section of the main horse barn and led the mare inside. The vet had given the horse a clean bill of health, and they’d had a great practice session this morning. Rosie had eagerly sailed over every jump.
Stephanie peeled off her leather gloves, removed Rosie’s bridle and unclipped the lead rope, reaching through the gate to coil it on the hook outside the stall. She selected a mud brush from the tack box and stroked it over Rosie’s withers and barrel, removing the lingering dirt and sweat from the mare’s dapple gray coat.
“How’d it go?” Wesley’s voice carried through the cavernous barn. His boot heels echoed as he crossed from Rockfire’s stall to Rosie-Jo’s. He tipped back his Stetson and rested his arms on the top rail of the gate.
“Good,” Stephanie answered, continuing the brush strokes.
Though she didn’t look up, a shimmer of anticipation tightened her stomach. The barn was mostly empty, the grooms outside with other horses and students. She hadn’t talked to Wesley since their aborted kiss two days ago. If he wanted to try again, this would be the opportunity.
“Hesitation’s gone,” she added. “You tacking up?”
Wesley nodded. “Rockfire’s ready to go. Tina has them changing up the jump pattern for us.”
Stephanie gave Rosie-Jo’s coat a final stroke. Normally she’d do a more thorough job, but she could always come back later. For now, she wanted to give Wesley another chance. Meet him halfway, as it were.
She replaced the brush, dusted her hands off on the back of her blue jeans and started across the stall to where he was leaning over the rail. Suddenly shy, she found she couldn’t meet his eyes. Was she being too blatant, too obvious? Should she make it a little harder for him to make his move?
It wasn’t like she was experienced at this. Ryder Ranch was a long way off the beaten track. She’d never had a serious romantic relationship, and it had been months—she didn’t want to count how many—since she’d even had a date.
She came to a stop, the slated gate a barrier between them. When she dared look at his face, his lips were parted. There was an anticipatory gleam in his blue eyes. And his head began to tilt to one side.
Should she lean in or let him take the lead?
“Am I interrupting anything?” It was Alec’s voice all over again, and his footfalls rapped along the corridor floor.
Wesley’s hands squeezed down on the gate rail, frustration replacing the anticipation in his eyes.
“Is this some kind of a joke?” he rasped for Stephanie’s ears only.
She didn’t know what to say. Alec seemed to have a knack for bad timing.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered to Wesley.
“Not as sorry as I am.”
She turned to face Alec. “Can I help you?”
“I hope so.” He stopped. After a silent beat, he glanced meaningfully at Wesley.
Wesley glared at him for a moment then smacked his hand down on the rail. “Time for practice,” he declared and turned on his heel to lead Rockfire from his stall.
As she watched the pair leave, disappointment clunked like a horseshoe to the bottom of Stephanie’s stomach.
“What is it now?” she hissed at Alec, popping the latch and exiting the stall. After securing it behind her, she set off after Wesley.
“Places to go?” asked Alec, falling into step.
“Things to do,” she responded, with a toss of her hair. She was going to watch Wesley’s practice session. It was part of her job as his coach. Plus, she’d be there when he finished. And by then, Alec should be long gone.
“I’m trying to help you, you know.” “I can tell.”
“Is your sex life more important than your company?”
Stephanie increased her pace, stomping forward, ignoring Alec’s question.
Sex life.
Ha! She couldn’t even get a kiss.
She passed through the open barn doorway, squinting into the bright sunshine, focusing on Wesley who was across the ranch road, mounting Rockfire.
Too late, she heard the roar of the pickup engine, then the sickening grind of tires sliding on gravel.
She had a fleeting glimpse of Amber’s horrified face at the wheel before a strong arm clamped around Stephanie’s waist and snatched her out of harm’s way.
Alec whirled them both, sheltering Stephanie against the barn wall, his body pressed protectively against hers as the truck slid sideways, fishtailing out of control, roaring past to miss them by inches.
“You okay?” his voice rasped through the billowing dust.
She told herself to nod, but her brain was slow in interpreting the signal.
“You okay?” he tried again, louder.
This time, Stephanie managed a nod.
“Stay here,” he commanded.
And suddenly, he was gone. Without Alec’s physical support, her knees nearly gave way. She grabbed at the wall, mustering her balance, blinking the blur from her eyes while the world moved in slow motion.
As she turned, she took in two ranch hands across the road. Their eyes were wide, mouths gaping. Wesley struggled to control Rockfire, turning the big horse in dust-cloud circles.
Stephanie followed the direction of the hands’ attention. A roar filled her ears as Amber’s blue truck keeled up on the left wheels.
Alec was rushing toward it Stephanie tried to scream. She tried to run. But her voice clogged down in her chest, and her legs felt like lead weights.
Then the truck overbalanced, crashing down on the driver’s door, spinning in a horrible, grinding circle until it smacked up against an oak tree.
The world zapped back to normal speed. Amongst the cacophony of shouts and motion, Alec skidded to a stop. He peered through the windshield for a split second, then he clambered his way up to the passenger door, high in the air.
He wrenched it open, and Stephanie’s body came back to life. She half ran, half staggered down the road, Amber’s name pulsing over and over through her brain.
Alec swiftly lowered himself into the truck.
Stephanie grew closer, praying Amber was all right.
Suddenly Alec’s sole cracked against the inside of the windshield, popping it out.
“Bring a truck,” he shouted, and two of the ranch hands took off running.
Stephanie made it to the scene to see blood dripping down Amber’s forehead. The realization that this was all her fault, made her stagger.
Alec met her eyes. “She’s okay,” he told her, his voice steady and reassuring. “Call Royce. But tell him she’s okay.”
Stephanie saw that Amber’s eyes were open.
She looked dazed, but when Alec spoke to her, Amber answered back.
His hands moved methodically over her body, arms, legs, neck and head.
But then Stephanie saw it.
“Smoke,” she tried to shout, but her dry throat wouldn’t cooperate.
Alec saw it, too.
People ran for fire extinguishers, while Alec fumbled with Amber’s seat belt.
While he worked, he spoke calmly and firmly.
Stephanie couldn’t hear the words, but Amber nodded and swallowed. She wrapped her arms around Alec’s neck, as the first flames snaked out from under the hood.
He spoke to Amber again, and she closed her eyes, burying her face against Alec’s neck. His arms tightened around her, and he slowly, gently eased her through the opening left by the windshield.
Stephanie held her breath, her glance going from the growing flames, to Amber and back again.
Wesley appeared by her side. “You okay?”
The question annoyed her. “I’m fine.” It was Amber who was in trouble. And Alec, who might get hurt or worse trying to save her.
The flame leaped higher.
Alec’s foot touched the ground outside the truck.
He gripped Amber close to his chest, rising to rush away.
“Get back!” he shouted to the growing crowd, just as the hood blew open, missing the tree trunk and cracking against the roof of the cab.
He staggered forward, but stayed upright and didn’t lose his grip on Amber.
Three hands arrived with fire extinguishers, aiming them at the engulfed truck.
Stephanie backed away from the heat. Remembering the cell phone in her hand, she quickly dialed Royce’s number.
Another pickup pulled up, and Alec lay Amber carefully across the bench seat.
“Don’t try to move,” he warned her.
“Hello?” Royce’s voice came into Stephanie’s phone.
“Royce?” Her voice shook.
“Stephanie?”
She didn’t know what to say.
Alec scooped the phone. “Alec here.” He took a breath. “There’s been an accident. Amber’s fine.” A pause. “No. No one else was in the truck.” He glanced at Stephanie, then down at Amber. “She’s conscious.”
He moved the phone away from his mouth. “Can you talk to Royce?”
Amber nodded, so Alec handed her the phone. Then he motioned to everyone else to back off. They obeyed, with the exception of Wesley who still hovered next to Stephanie.
When Amber put the phone to her ear and listened, tears welled up in her eyes. Stephanie instinctively moved in to comfort her, but Alec stopped her with his arm.
“Don’t touch her,” he whispered, keeping his arm braced around Stephanie’s waist.
He reached into his pocket, retrieving his own cell phone.
Stephanie looked at him with a question.
“Medical chopper,” he said in a low voice, turning away from Amber to speak to emergency services.
Stephanie’s attention immediately returned to Amber. Blood was still oozing from the cut on her forehead, and there was a wicked bruise forming on her right shoulder. Her blouse was torn, her knuckles scraped.
Was she really okay? Had Alec lied to Royce? And what did Alec know anyway? He wasn’t a doctor.
Okay, so he knew enough to pull Amber from a burning truck.
That was something.
That was huge.
While Stephanie, Stephanie had been stupid enough to march out in front of Amber and cause all this.
Her chest tightened with pain, and a sob escaped from her throat.
Alec turned back. His arm moved from her waist to her shoulders, and he gave her a squeeze. “It’s not your fault,” he rumbled in her ear.
But his words didn’t help.
“Listen to me, Stephanie.” He kept his voice low. “Amber is fine. The chopper will be here in fifteen minutes. But it’s just a precaution.”
“You’re not a doctor,” she snarled.
“No, I’m not.”
“I’m sorry.” Stephanie shook her head. “You pulled her out. She could have—”
“Stop.”
Amber let the cell phone drop to her chest. “Royce is on his way.” Her voice was weak, but just hearing it made Stephanie feel a little better.
“The medical chopper’s going to beat him here,” Alec told Amber, lifting the phone and gently smoothing her hair away from the wound.
“Want to bet?” Amber smiled, and Stephanie could have wept with joy.
Somebody had located a first aid kit, and Alec gently cleaned the blood from around Amber’s head wound and placed a square of gauze to stop the bleeding.
“Are you okay?” Stephanie dared to ask her.
“Did I hit you?” Amber asked back with a worried frown. “Are you hurt?”
Stephanie quickly shook her head. “No. No. Not at all. I’m perfectly fine. Just worried about you.”
“I’m a little stiff,” said Amber. She wiggled her fingers and moved her feet. “But everything’s still working.”
Stephanie mustered a watery smile.
Amber’s eyes cut away to focus over Stephanie’s shoulder. “I guess that’s it for the truck, though.”
“It was pretty spectacular,” Wesley put in.
Alec frowned at him. “A small fire can do a lot of damage.”
Amber looked back at Alec. “Thank you,” she told him in a shaky voice.
“I’m just glad you’re all right.” His smile was so gentle that something warm bloomed to life inside Stephanie.
Amber was going to be okay, and it was because of Alec.
Royce’s truck appeared over the rise, tires barely touching down between high spots on the dirt road. A cloud of dust rolled out behind him.
And then he was sliding to a stop at the scene. He burst out of the driver’s door, hitting the ground running as the thump, thump, thump of the chopper blades sounded in the sky.
Alec watched the towing company employees winch the wrecked pickup onto the flatbed truck. He’d talked to Jared in Chicago, and they agreed to have it removed as quickly as possible. Royce had called to report that Amber would be released from the hospital in a couple of hours. Alec was relieved to learn that Amber’s recovery would be short.
She had a few stitches in her forehead, but there were no worries of a concussion. Other than that, she’d only suffered scrapes and bruises. Royce was getting them a hotel room in Missoula, and they were coming home in the morning.
Steel clanked and cables groaned as the half-burned hulk inched its way up the ramps. Several of the ranch employees stood to watch. But it was nearing eight o’clock, and most had returned to their jobs or their homes once they heard the good news about Amber.
Stephanie appeared beside Alec, tucking her cell phone into her pocket and pushing her messy hair back from her forehead. “Amber’s making jokes.”
Alec was also relieved to see Stephanie getting back to normal. She hadn’t been injured, but she’d seemed almost in shock there for a few minutes.
“And how are you doing?” he asked.
“Just a little worn-out.” She stilled to gaze at the flatbed that was silhouetted by the final vestiges of a sunset.
“You sure?” he probed.
“I’m sure,” she confirmed, voice sounding stronger.
“Good for you.”
One of the towing operators was tying down the pickup, while the other started up the engine of the flatbed. Work here was done.
He turned, then waited for Amber to start back to the house with him. Lights had come on in the staff cottages. The scent of freshly cut hay hung in the cooling air. And the diesel truck rumbled away down the ranch road, toward the long hill that wound past the main ranch house to the highway.
“I was looking for a media file,” said Alec as the engine faded and the crickets took over.
“A what?”
“That’s why I came to find you earlier. Do you have documentation of your jumping career publicity?”
She looked confused.
“I’ll need the background information to calculate the dollar value of the exposure,” he elaborated.
“I don’t understand.”
“What’s not to understand?”
“You can switch gears that fast?”
It was his turn to draw back in confusion.
“You just risked death to save Amber.”
“Risked death?” he chuckled, but then he realized she was serious.
“How did you know how to do that?” she asked.
“It’s not exactly rocket science.”
She peered at him through the dim glow of the yard lights. “Were you with the fire department or search and rescue?”
“No.”
“You pull a woman from a burning truck and carry her to safety only seconds before it explodes. How does that not rattle you?”
“That’s the Hollywood version.” He steered their course around the corner of the big barn, linking up with the path to her front porch. “I kicked out a windshield. I didn’t defuse a nuclear weapon.”
“You risked life and limb.”
“You know you tend to overdramatize, right?” He did what needed to be done, and only because he was the closest guy to the wreck.
And, quite frankly, it wasn’t fear of the fire and for Amber’s safety that had stuck with him. The worst moment had been that split second before he’d pulled Stephanie out of the way of the truck.
“You saved a woman’s life, and just like that.” She snapped her fingers. “You’re working on some mundane report.”
“Correction. I’m trying to work on a mundane report. Do you maybe have a list or something?”
They’d arrived at the house and mounted the steps, heading in through the door.
Stephanie kicked off her muddy boots, socks and all. “I have a few scrapbooks down at the main house.”
“Can we pick them up tomorrow?”
“Sure.” She pulled the elastic from her ponytail and ran her fingers through her messy hair. The action highlighted its auburn shimmer, while the pose showed off the compact curves of her body.
It was a struggle not to stare. So, he moved further into the house to where his work was spread out on the dining room table. He dropped into a padded chair, reminding himself of where he’d left off.
“Alec?” she called, coming around the corner.
“Yes?”
When she didn’t answer, he couldn’t help but turn to look.
She’d stripped off her cotton work shirt and now wore a thin, washed-out T-shirt and a pair of soft blue jeans that hugged her curves. The jeans rode low, revealing a strip of soft, pale skin above the waistband. Her bare feet struck him as incredibly sexy as she padded across the hardwood floor.
“What is it about your past life that led you to rush into a burning vehicle while everybody else stood there and stared in horror?”
“Let it go.”
She might look soft and sweet, but the woman had the tenacity of a pit bull.
“I’m curious,” she told him.
“And I have work to do.”
“It’s not a normal thing, you know.”
“It’s a perfectly normal thing. A dozen guys out there would have done the same.”
Stephanie shook her head.
Alec rolled his eyes and turned back to his spreadsheet.
“Let me guess,” she carried on. “You were in the marines.”
“No.”
“The army?”
“Go away.”
That surprised a laugh out of her. “It’s my house.”
“It’s my job.”
She pondered for a minute. “There’s an easy way to get rid of me.”
He slid a quizzical gaze her way.
“Answer the question.”
He wasn’t exactly sure what to say, but if it would get her out of the room and off his wayward mind, he was game to give it a try. “I was in the Boy Scouts.”
She frowned. “That’s not it.”
“Visited dangerous cities?”
A shake of her head.
“Had the occasional bar fight? Never started one,” he felt compelled to point out.
She braced her hands on the back of a chair and pinned him with a pointed stare.
“You’re not leaving,” he noted.
“That’s all you’ve got?” she demanded.
“What more do you want?”
“I don’t know. Something out of the ordinary. Something that taught you how to deal with danger.”
“I grew up on the south side of Chicago.”
“Seriously?”
“No, I’m making that part up.”
“Was it in a dangerous part of town?” she asked, leaning forward, looking intrigued.
Alec liked the way her pose tightened her T-shirt against her body.
“Relatively,” he told her. Crime had been high. Fights had been frequent. He’d learned how to read people and avoid situations, and how to handle himself when things went bad.
Her voice went low and intimate, as if somebody might overhear them. “Were you like a gang member? In rumbles and things?”
He reflexively leaned closer, lowering his own voice. “No gang. I was raised by a single father, a Chicago cop with very high standards of behavior.” Not that Alec had ever been tempted to join a gang. But his father most certainly would have stopped him cold.
“Your father’s a police officer?”
Alec sat back. “Not anymore. He’s owner and CEO of Creighton Waverley Security.”
“So, you work for him?”
Alec shook his head. Work for his old man? Not in this lifetime. “I do occasional contract work for his company.”
“Like this?”
“This is a private arrangement between me and Ryder International.”
“There’s an edge to your voice.”
“That’s because you’re still asking questions.”
“Are you mad at me or your father?”
“Do you ever stop?”
“Do you?”
“I’m paid to ask questions.”
“Yeah?” The smile she gave him sent a rush of desire to every pulse point in his body. “I do it recreationally.”
They stared at each other in thickening silence, and he could hear the alarm bells warming up deep in the base of his brain. Both Royce and Jared were protective of their sister, and they would not take kindly to Alec making a pass at her.
Not that Alec would ever make a pass at a client.
He never had.
Of course, he’d never wanted to before, either.
So, maybe it wasn’t his high ethical standards that kept him on the straight and narrow. Maybe he’d simply never been presented with a client who had creamy skin, deep, cherry lips, perfectly rounded breasts and the wink of a navel that made him want to wrap his arms around her waist, drag her forward and press wet kisses against her stomach until she moaned in surrender.
A sudden rap on the door jolted him back to reality.
It couldn’t be Royce. He was still at the hospital. And Jared was in Chicago.
Stephanie hesitated but then turned from Alec and moved into the alcove off the living room to open the front door.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Wesley’s eager voice carried clearly across the room. Of course.
The soon-to-be boyfriend. Wasn’t that a nice dose of reality.

Three
Brushing her teeth in the en suite bathroom, Stephanie couldn’t help but replay Alec’s rescue over and over in her mind.
In the moments after the crash, she’d been preoccupied with Amber’s safety. And then the helicopter arrived, and the tow truck, and the staff were all anxious and needing to talk. And later she’d been preoccupied with Alec.
But now she knew that Amber was safe. She was alone with her thoughts, and she found herself focusing on those seconds in Alec’s arms.
He was surprisingly strong, amazingly fast and obviously agile. His strength had given her a sense of security. Then later, while they’d argued, she’d felt a flare of something that was a whole lot more than security.
She couldn’t exactly put a name to it. But it was strong enough, that when Wesley had showed up, he’d seemed bland by comparison.
She spat the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed her mouth. As she replaced the toothbrush in the charger, she paused, gazing at herself in the mirror.
Attraction, she admitted, glancing at the door that led from the opposite side of the bathroom into the guest room where Alec was sleeping.
She was attracted to him.
She wanted it to be Wesley, but it was Alec.
She gritted her clean teeth, dragged a comb through her curls, braided them tight and snagged an elastic before heading back into her bedroom.
The window was wide, a cool breeze sliding down from the craggy peaks, while the horses blew and snorted in the fields below. Thoughts still on Alec, roving further into forbidden territory, she dropped her robe onto a chair and climbed between the crisp sheets. Her laundry was still behind, and she was prickly warm, so she’d gone with panties and an old tank top, soft as butter against her skin.
She closed her eyes, but nothing happened.
Well, nothing except an image of Alec appearing behind her eyelids.
When he first showed up, he was just a good-looking city guy. There were plenty of those in magazines and on television. And she’d never been particularly attracted to men based on looks alone.
But now she knew his business clothes masked solid muscles. Worse, she’d learned he had a quick mind and a whole lot of courage. And he’d likely saved her life—which was probably a classic aphrodisiac.
Whatever the cause, she could tell she wasn’t getting to sleep anytime soon.
She tossed off her comforter, letting the breeze cool her skin, staring out at the three-quarter moon, trying not to think about Alec in the next room. So close.
No. Not so close. So far.
It was fine for her to lay here and fantasize, she told herself. It was perfectly normal and perfectly natural. In real life, it needed to be Wesley, but here in the dark of night …
She flipped onto her stomach. Then she fluffed her pillow and searched for a comfortable position.
She couldn’t find one. She flipped back again, reaching for the water glass on her bedside table. It was empty.
Sighing in frustration, she clambered from the bed and crossed the carpet to the bathroom. Opening the door, she flicked on the light.
That exact moment, the door from Alec’s room swung open. They both froze under the revealing glare, staring at each other in shock. Her hormones burst to instant attention, and she nearly dropped the glass.
Alec’s chest was bare, the top button of his slacks undone. His hair was mussed, and his chin showed the shadow of a beard. As she’d guessed from his embrace, his shoulders were wide, his biceps bulged, and the pecs on his deep chest all but rippled under the light.
His gaze flicked down her body, stopping at her panties, and tension flicked in the corners of his mouth. “Is that from today?”
Her heart pushed hard against her ribs, knowing the skimpy outfit was very revealing.
“Did I hurt you?“ he demanded.
And then she realized he wasn’t salivating over her bare legs, her skimpy top or the high-cut panties. His gaze had zeroed in on the bruise from where she’d fallen off Rosie-Jo.
She couldn’t decide whether to feel relieved or disappointed. “It wasn’t you,” she assured him. “I fell off my horse.”
He took a step forward. “Have you seen a doctor?”
“It’s just a bruise.”
“It looks deep. Do you need some ice?”
I’m standing here nearly naked. “No.”
He moved closer still, and a hitch tightened in a band around her chest, while her hormones raced strategically around her body.
“It’ll take the swelling down,” he went on. “I can run to the kitchen and—”
“Alec!”
“What?”
“I’m standing here in my underwear.”
He blinked. “Right.” Then his eyes darkened to charcoal. “Right,” he said, his gaze skimming her from head to toe.
She wished she could tell what he was thinking, but his expression gave away nothing. After a long minute, he drew a breath. “Sorry.” He took a step back.
“Alec—”
He shook his head, holding up his palms. “Let’s just forget this ever happened.”
He was right, of course. But she couldn’t seem to stop the thick layer of disappointment that slid its way through her stomach. Did he not find her even remotely attractive?
She guessed not, since he hadn’t even noticed how she was dressed until she’d pointed it out.
He might have saved her life. He might care about her physical safety. But apparently it was in a purely platonic way.
“I wasn’t—” He took another backward step. “I didn’t—” He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. Then he shot through the doorway to firmly click the door shut behind him.
Stephanie was sorry, too. But she suspected it was for an entirely different reason.
Alec spent the next few days working as fast as humanly possible and avoiding Stephanie as much as he could—which didn’t turn out to be difficult, since she was an early riser, and she worked long hours.
Keeping himself from thinking about her proved a considerably tougher challenge. The picture of her in her tank top and panties was permanently seared into his brain stem.
Her face had been scrubbed and shiny, not that she ever seemed to wear makeup. Her shoulders were smooth and lightly tanned, her breasts were perfectly shaped, barely disguised under the thin, white fabric of the well-worn top. Her legs were long and toned, accented by the triangular, flat lace insets of her panties. And her waist was nipped in, stomach flat and smooth.
It had taken all of his willpower not to surge across the tiny bathroom and drag her into his arms.
He drew a shuddering breath, pulled the borrowed ranch truck transmission into fourth gear, and sped up on the final stretch of the road between Stephanie’s equestrian stable and the main cattle ranch.
Business Consulting 101, he ruthlessly reminded himself. Keep your hands off the clients’ sister. His business had been built on integrity. His clients trusted him with sensitive problems that were often high stakes and high risk. If he tossed his principles and made a pass at a client, no one would ever be able to trust him again.
In a self-preservation move, rather than talk to Stephanie face-to-face about her publicity history, he’d mentioned the scrapbooks to Amber. Amber had helpfully offered to hunt them down.
He’d already developed a comprehensive picture of the Ryder Equestrian Center from a business perspective. Not that he was under any illusion that the Ryder brothers wanted to learn the truth about their sister’s profitability.
In any event, once he finished with the scrapbooks, he’d head back to the safety of his Chicago office, away from the temptation of Stephanie. The report would stand on its merits. Jared and Royce could use it or ignore it. It was completely up to them.
The main ranch house came into view, and he geared down to control the dust, bringing the truck to a smooth stop on the circular driveway between the house, the barns and the corrals.
Like Stephanie’s place, the original ranch house was set on the Windy River. Groves of trees and lush fields stretched out in all directions. There was a row of staff cabins accessed by a small bridge across the river. Working horses were corralled near the house, while clusters of brown and white cattle dotted the nearby hillsides.
Jared Ryder appeared on the porch, coffee cup in hand, and Alec drew a bracing breath as he exited the truck.
He waved a greeting, slammed the door and paced across the driveway. “Didn’t know you were in Montana,” he said to Jared as he mounted the front steps.
“Just overnight,” Jared returned. “Melissa and I wanted to check on Amber.”
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s good. Thanks again, by the way.”
“Not a problem.”
Despite Stephanie making such a big deal about it, Alec suspected her brothers were both the kind of men who’d rescue anyone in need without a lot of fanfare.
Jared’s matter-of-fact nod told Alec he was right.
“I should be done at the Equestrian Center tomorrow,” Alec offered. With some hard work, he could wrap things up tonight.
“Glad to hear it. The sooner you get started in Chicago, the better.” Then his expression turned serious, voice going lower as he glanced around them. “I hear Royce told you about our little issue.”
Alec lowered his own voice in response. “About the blackmail?”
“Yeah.”
“He did,” Alec confirmed. “And I advised him to come clean with Stephanie.”
Jared scoffed out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
“That’s exactly what Royce told me.”
“He thought you might help?”
“If I can.”
Jared gave another considered nod. “Personally, I suggested we hunt him down and—”
“That’s not the kind of work I do,” Alec quickly put in, on the off chance Jared was serious.
“I wasn’t going to suggest we harm him. Though I can’t deny the idea has merit. I was thinking more along the lines of explaining to him in excruciating detail what each of us has to gain by ending this, and what each of us has to lose if he keeps it up.
“But it’s a moot point anyway. We can’t do anything until we find him. And, so far, we haven’t been able to find him.” Jared gave Alec a significant look.
A moment of silence passed.
“You want me to check into his whereabouts?” asked Alec.
“Amber’s friend Katie says you have contacts.”
Katie Merrick was a lawyer working for Alec’s father’s firm, Creighton Waverley Security. Where Creighton Waverley was conservative and by the book outfit, Alec had contacts who could be a little more creative.
“His name is Norman Stanton,” Jared offered. “Frank Stanton, Stephanie’s biological father, was his brother. The blackmail payments are all tied up in some off-shore company called Sagittarius Eclipse. That’s pretty much all we know.”
“That’s a start.” Alec nodded decisively. He’d be more than happy to help track down the man who had targeted Stephanie.
Stephanie needed to purge her wayward fantasies once and for all. And Wesley was the key. Across the arena, he was calling her name, making his way toward her through the soft, deep dirt.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he gasped, as he grew close enough to speak. He ducked through the rails, rising up beside her.
Stephanie was observing Brittany, one of her youngest students, in the starting area of the jumping course.
She smiled briefly at Wesley then nodded to Brittany’s trainer, Monica, where she held the bridle of Brittany’s horse. Monica stepped back and gave the start signal, and Brittany cantered her horse toward the first two-foot plank.
“How was California?” Stephanie asked Wesley, glancing his way again.
He truly was a fine looking man. His blond hair curled around his ears. He had bright blue eyes and an aristocratic nose. And his quick sense of humor and easy laugh had made him friends throughout the stable.
“It was a long three days,” he responded with a warm smile. “My sister has boyfriend trouble. My mother cooked five meals a day. And I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” Stephanie told herself it wasn’t really a lie, since she wanted so much for it to be true. She rested her elbow on the second rail, tipping her head to look at him.
Truth was she hadn’t thought much about him while he was away. Her only excuse was that she’d been busy training. The Brighton competition was coming up in a few short weeks, and it was the unofficial start of qualifying for the Olympic team.
Training was important. It was hard to find time to think about anything else.
Well, except for Alec.
She clamped her jaw down hard, ordering herself to forget about Alec. He’d been skulking around the stable all week, asking questions, printing financial reports, and generally making a nuisance of himself.
Wesley did his part. He took a step closer to her, his shoulder brushing against her elbow.
Brittany turned her horse and headed for jump number four.
Wesley brushed his fingers along Stephanie’s bare forearm, easing closer still. He touched the back of her hand, turning it to feather his fingertips across her palm, before cupping her hand and giving her a squeeze.
It was a gentle touch. A pleasant touch. She forced herself to concentrate on enjoying it.
“We need to talk, Stephanie.” His blue-eyed gaze went liquid.
“About?”
His smile widened. “About us, of course. I’m dying to kiss you.” He moved her hand from the rail and turned her, tugging her toward him, voice going breathy. “I’ve been thinking about you for three long days.”
Stephanie opened her mouth, but the words she wanted to utter wouldn’t come out. She hadn’t been thinking about Wesley for three long days. And she wasn’t dying to kiss him.
Okay, she wasn’t exactly opposed to kissing him. But the rush of excitement she’d felt the last two times they’d come close was decidedly absent.
“Tell me how you feel,” he breathed.
Brittany cantered past. The clomp of her horse’s hooves tossed sprays of dirt, while the whoosh of its breathing filled the air. Stephanie used the instant to pull back.
“I really like you, Wesley,” she told him.
“That’s good.” He smiled confidently and moved in again.
“I’m …” Curious? Hopeful? Desperate to have you erase Alec from my thoughts?
“You’re what?” he prompted.
“Worried.” The word jumped out before she could censor it.
He frowned. “About what?”
“You’re my student.”
It was a lame excuse, and they both knew it.
Jessica Henderson had been her now husband Carl’s student for three years before they announced their engagement. Nobody had been remotely scandalized by the relationship. In fact, half the state horse jumping community had attending their wedding.
“You make me sound like a kid,” said Wesley.
“You’re younger than me,” Stephanie pointed out, feeling suddenly desperate to get out of the kiss she’d been planning for so long.
“Barely,” he told her, the hurt obvious in his tone.
“Still—”
“Stephanie, what’s going on?”
“Nothing,” she lied again.
“I missed you.”
She tried to come up with something to say.
He stepped into the silence. “You’re beautiful, funny, smart—”
“I have a business to run and a competition to train for.”
“What are you talking about? What happened while I was gone?”
“Nothing.” It was the truth.
His lips puffed out in a pout. “I don’t believe you.”
Stephanie took a breath and regrouped. “It’s just … I need to focus right now, Wesley. And so do you. Brighton is only a few weeks away.”
She sped up her words, not giving him a chance to jump back in. “And we both need to nail it. It’s your first major, senior event, and I need the ranking.”
“I still don’t see why we can’t—”
“We can’t, Wesley.”
He reached for her hand once more, squeezing down. “But we’re so good together.” With the sun slanting across his tousled hair, and the pleading tone in his voice, he suddenly struck her as very young.
“We can be friends,” she offered.
His brow furrowed. “I don’t want to be friends.”
“Yes, you do. We’re already friends. We’re going to train together and nail Brighton.”
“And then what?”
“What do you mean?”
“After Brighton? If we still feel the same way?”
She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t feel the way she wanted to feel, and she didn’t see that changing.
He grinned, obviously taking her silence for agreement. The eager, puppy-dog look was back in his eyes. “I know we have something special.”
“We have friendship and mutual respect,” she offered carefully.
“There’s more than that.”
Stephanie took a step back. “Seriously, Wesley, I can’t let you—”
“Not right now. I get it.” He gave a vigorous nod. “But we both know—”
“No, we don’t know—”
Brittany shrieked, and Monica shouted, and Stephanie whirled to see the horse shy to one side. It refused the jump and sent Brittany bouncing into the soft ground.
The girl’s breath whooshed out as she landed with a thump on her rear end.
By the time Stephanie was through the fence, Brittany had grabbed two handfuls of dirt and tossed them down in disgust.
She was obviously more angry than injured, but Stephanie rushed to assist just in case.
Stephanie was angry with herself.
But she was also angry with Alec.
What was he doing to her? Why did he have to usurp Wesley? Why couldn’t she get the bare-chested image of him out of her head. And why hadn’t he been interested in her when she was standing half naked in front of him?
All he’d noticed was her stupid bruise.
It was the end of a long, frustrating day, and she marched through the front door. She stripped off her gloves and boots then came around the corner to find the object of her frustration stationed at the dining table, stacks of papers fanned out in front of him. There were magazines, newspaper clippings, financial reports and reference books.
He glanced up, expression unreadable.
She tried to think of a clever greeting, but nothing came to mind. She stood there in silence, her heart beating faster, her hormones revving too high, and her brain tripping up over itself.
“I finished the publicity and promotion calculations,” he finally offered. He slid a piece of paper in her direction. “Amber gave me your scrapbooks.”
Stephanie ordered her feet to move forward, keeping her attention fixed squarely on the printout as she crossed the hardwood floor. She lifted the paper, scanning to the bottom where each of the past ten years were listed with a corresponding total.
“That can’t be right,” she found her voice. The numbers were ridiculously low.
“You did get quite a lot of coverage,” Alec admitted, setting down his pen and crossing his arms over his chest. “But it’s in random placements.”
She glanced at him. “Some of those magazines charge tens of thousands of dollars for a single ad. I had the cover. I had the center pages. That’s priceless. Ryder International was mentioned over and over again.”
“As a targeted placement. Sure, you’re going to pay a premium price. But the Ryder International demographic is no more likely to be reading Equine Earth as they are to be reading People Magazine.”
“That’s not true.”
Alec scraped his chair backward and came to his feet.
“Horse people have money,” she repeated her earlier assertion. “They own businesses. They rent real estate.”
“Maybe,” he agreed. “But maybe not. Now, if Ryder International was in the equestrian equipment business, Equine Earth—“
“We’re in the equine breeding business.”
“Revenues from your breeding sales are a tiny fraction of the revenues from the real estate division.”
“You’re out to get me, aren’t you?”
“I’m not—”
She thrust the paper back on the table. “From the minute you walked onto this ranch, you’ve been out to prove that I’m not a valuable partner in this corporation.”
“These numbers aren’t my personal opinion—”
“The hell, they’re not.”
“They’re generally recognized calculations for determining—”
“Shut up.”
He stiffened. “Excuse me?”
She moved in. “I said shut up. I am so tired—”
“Of what?” he asked incredulously.
“Of you! Of you and your—” She ran out of words. What was she trying to say? That she was tired of being attracted to him? Of knowing that he wasn’t attracted to her? Of having his presence at the stable mess with her mind?
He waited, staring hard.
She mustered an explanation. “Of you trying to prove I have no value.”
His look turned to confusion. “Is that what you think?”
She gestured to his work with a sweep of her arm. “That’s what all this says.”
“It says you’re a financial drain on the corporation. And you are.”
“I’m an asset.”
“Not a financial one.”
Her throat closed up with emotion, and she hated it.
Why did she care what he thought? Her brothers weren’t going to accept this. What could it possibly matter that some opinionated, hired gun of a troubleshooter thought she wasn’t pulling her weight?
It shouldn’t.
And it didn’t.
But then something shifted in his expression, and he cursed under his breath. “I’m trying to be honest, Stephanie.”
She didn’t trust herself to speak, and she needed him to think it didn’t matter, so she waved her hand to tell him to forget about it. She wished he’d back off now and leave her to wallow.
But he took a step closer, then another, and another. His eyes went dark, from pewter to slate to midnight.
She stilled, unable to breathe. Her chest went tight. Her heart worked overtime to pump her thickening blood. And she found herself gazing up at him, feeling the pinpricks of longing flow over her heating skin.
Suddenly he clamped his jaw and his hands curled into fists. “We can’t.”
No, they couldn’t.
Wait a minute. Couldn’t what? Did he mean what she thought he meant?
“Stephanie. You’re my client.”
Yes, she was.
And that mattered.
At least it should matter.
Shouldn’t it?
But a kiss wouldn’t hurt. A kiss was nothing. She’d kissed a dozen men, well, boys really. A kiss didn’t have to lead anywhere. It didn’t have to mean anything.
And then at least she’d know. She’d know his touch, his scent, his taste.
She subconsciously swayed toward him.
“Stephanie.” His voice was strangled.
The world seemed to pause for breath.
And then he was reaching, pulling, engulfing her, plastering her body against his, flattening her breasts, surrounding her with his strong arms. His mouth came down on hers, open, hot, all encompassing.
Passion shot through her body, igniting every nerve ending, every fiber from her hair to her toes.
He tipped his head, deepening the kiss. She opened her mouth, shocked that these intense sensations could come from a simple kiss. Her arms stretched around his neck, and her body instinctively arched against him.
His hands slid down her spine, lower, and lower still. She gasped at the sensation, moaning when the heat of his palms cupped her bottom.
She curled her fingertips into his hairline, struggling for an anchor, her knees going weak, as the subsonic vibrations of arousal sapped the strength of her legs. She kissed him harder, her thigh relaxing, allowing his own to press between, sending shock waves through her torso.
“Stephanie,” he rasped, and she loved the breathless sound of his voice.
He groaned then, breaking away, reaching backward to unclasp her hands.
But she fought back, shaking free from his grasp, cupping his face and peppering his mouth with quick kisses. She did not want this feeling to end.
He gave a guttural groan, enveloping her again, taking over the rhythm, bending her backward and thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth while one hand slid up her rib cage, surrounding her breast.
She kissed him fervently, fists tightening, toes curling, as she struggled to get closer and closer.
Then suddenly, she was lifted from the floor, scooped into his arms. The kisses continued and sensations built as he carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. There, he set her down, and his fingers swiftly scrambled with the buttons on her blouse.
Yes. Skin to skin. They absolutely needed to be skin to skin. She fumbled with the knot in his tie, making little progress. She switched to the buttons on his white shirt.
He chuckled deep in his chest as he swooped off her blouse, removing her bra in one deft motion. “I win,” he breathed in triumph.
Then he helped her out, and tore open his shirt, discarding it on the floor.
She sighed in sublime satisfaction as his hot body came up against hers. Her breasts and belly tingled, and her skin flushed with pleasure.
He lifted her once more, sinking onto the bed full-length. His hand found her bare breast, strumming the nipple to exquisite arousal. His kisses roamed from her mouth to her neck to her shoulder, and finally to the hard beads of her sensitized nipples. She was restless, itchy, and her hands felt empty, but she didn’t know what to do with them.
She buried them in his short hair, convulsively tightening her fingertips against her scalp. Her thighs twitched apart, and he settled between them. A burst of desire rocketed through her belly. She reached for the waistband of his slacks, certain they needed less clothing between them and more heated skin.
He helped her out again, rising to strip off the rest of their clothes. He paused then, his gaze sweeping hotly over every single inch of her nakedness.
She loved the way he was looking at her, as if he liked what he saw. She loved that she was naked, loved that she could stare right back at his glorious, hot, sculpted body.
He slowly lowered himself against her, one palm running from her knee to her breasts, then back again. He gently eased her legs apart, watching her expression. Then he kissed her eyelids, took her mouth once more in a deep, lingering, passionate kiss.
His touch became firm, his movements more hurried, and when he tore open a condom, she experienced a moment of fear. But then he was back, and his kisses were magic, and her body took over, spreading and arching and welcoming him.
She expected a pain, but it was minor and fleeting, and the building sparks of desire quickly filled her mind. He adjusted her body, and the sensations intensified. She dragged in labored breaths, hands convulsing against his back, toes curled and hips arching to meet him with every stroke.
They rode a wave that stretched on and on, until his body tensed. His rhythm increased. He cried out her name, while lights and sound exploded in her mind, making her weightless, suspended in time, before she pulsed back to earth and felt the weight of Alec on top of her.
His breathing slowed, and he kissed her temple, her ear, her neck.
Then he dragged in a labored gasp. “Stephanie Ryder, you blow my mind.”
She struggled to catch her own breath. “If I could talk,” she panted. “I’d tell you exactly the same thing.”
He chuckled deep, rolling over to put her on top.
Her limbs felt like jelly. But now that it was over, a soreness crept in between her legs. She shifted to ease it.
“Careful,” he warned, reaching his hand between them. He eased out of her body.
But then he frowned, lifting his fingers to peer at them in the bright moonlight. “What the hell?”
He whirled his head, pasting her with an accusing look. “You’re a virgin?”
“Not anymore.”
He recoiled in what looked like horror. “Why didn’t you say something?“
“Why would I?” It was her problem, not his. Besides, it wasn’t like she was saving herself for some mythical future marriage.
“Because …” he sputtered. “Because …”
“Would you have done something different?” Personally she wouldn’t have changed a thing. Virginity wasn’t a big deal in this day and age.
“I wouldn’t have done anything at all.”
“Liar,” she accused. Half an hour ago, neither of them had been thinking past sex. “Did you tell the first woman you slept with that she was the first?”
He frowned in the starlight. “That’s completely diff—”
“Ha! Double standard.”
He raked a hand through his mussed hair. “I can’t believe we’re having this argument.”
“Neither can I.”
“You’ll argue about anything, won’t you?”
“Takes two to tango, Alec.”
He curled an arm around her shoulders and pulled her tight. “You are impossible.”
“And you’re inflexible.”
“You really should have said something.” But his voice was starting to fade as a pleasant lethargy took over her body.
“I didn’t,” she muttered. “Get over it.”
His voice dropped to a whisper next to her ear. “I doubt I’ll be doing that for a very, very long time.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, and her body relaxed into sleep.
Then, after what seemed like only seconds, there was a loud knock on her bedroom door. She blinked, and the bright sunlight stung her eyes.
“Stephanie?” Royce’s voice demanded.
Alec was on his feet, clothes in hand, and through the connecting door to the bathroom in a split second.
“Hang on,” she shakily called to her brother.
“Something wrong?”
“Why?” She blinked again, struggling to adjust her eyes.
“It’s after nine.”
She sat straight up and glanced around, grabbing her discarded clothes and stuffing them under the covers just in case Royce barged in. “I overslept.”
“Have you seen Alec?”
“Uh, not since last night.” Technically, it was true, since she’d had her eyes closed for the past few hours.
“He’s not in his room.”
The water came on in the bathroom.
“I hear the shower,” she called to her brother. “Meet you downstairs?”
There was a pause. “Sure.”
Stephanie flopped back down on her pillow, blowing out a sigh of relief. Not that her sex life was any of her brother’s business. But, wow. She’d hate to have to listen to the shouting.

Four
As Alec approached the kitchen, he heard both Royce’s and Jared’s voices. He adjusted his collar, straightened his cuffs and shoved his guilt as far to the back of his mind as humanly possible.
Then he cringed as he passed the messy dining room table. They all would have seen it on their way to the kitchen, and it was completely unprofessional to leave his work scattered like that.
“We’re all heading out there in an hour,” Jared was saying.
“Good morning,” Alec put into the pause, glancing at the faces around the breakfast bar, first at Jared and Royce, then Melissa and Amber, checking for anger or suspicion.
Nothing he could detect, so he allowed himself a quick glance at Stephanie.
Damn it. She looked like she’d made love all night long. And her gaze on him was intense.
When Amber turned toward her, Alec quickly cleared his throat, moving toward the coffeepot, hoping to keep everyone’s attention from Stephanie. The woman had no poker face whatsoever.
“Heading where?” he asked Jared as he poured.
“The airport. We can give you a lift.”
Alec didn’t dare look, but he could feel Stephanie’s shock. It wasn’t perfect timing, but he couldn’t very well refuse the offer after telling Jared he was leaving today. There was work to do in Chicago, and there was also Norman Stanton to deal with.
Besides, what was he going to do if he stayed? Make love to Stephanie again? If they were alone in the same house, odds were good it would happen. His professional ethics were already teetering on the edge of oblivion.
“Thanks,” he forced himself to tell Jared. Then he turned, casually taking a sip from the stoneware mug. “Stephanie? I’ve got a couple more questions before I pack things up.” He nodded toward the dining room, hoping she’d get the hint. It might be their one chance to say goodbye alone.
Standing at the opposite side of the breakfast bar, she was blinking at him like a deer in the headlights.
This time Amber did catch Stephanie’s expression, and she frowned.
“Stephanie?” he repeated. If she didn’t snap out of it, they were going to have one hell of a lot of explaining to do.
“What?” She gave her head a little shake.
“In the dining room? I had a couple of questions.”
“Oh. Right.” Now she was looking annoyed with him. That was much better.
She followed him out, but Amber came on her heels, followed by Royce and the rest of the family. Alec was stuck with asking Stephanie some inane business questions, to which he already had answers, as he packed the papers away in his briefcase.
In no time, they were heading out the door to Jared’s SUV. Alec hung back, but he only managed the briefest of goodbyes and apologies to Stephanie before he had to leave.
Stephanie spent the next few weeks training hard with Rosie-Jo for the Brighton competition. At first, she’d been angry with Alec for his abrupt departure. Then she’d been grateful. After all, there was no sense in prolonging it.
They’d had a one-night stand, no big deal. She couldn’t have asked for a better lover. And, though it was short, it had been wonderful, physically, at least.
But then the gratitude wore off, and she felt inexplicably sad and lonely. She found herself remembering details about him—the sound of his laugh, how his gray eyes twinkled when he teased her, his confident stride, his gentle touch, the heat of his lips and the taste of his skin.
She knew she was pining away for something that couldn’t be, for something that had never existed in the first place, except in her own imagination.
She didn’t think she felt guilty about making love to him. But maybe she did. Maybe that was why she was pretending their relationship was something more than a fling.
Cold fact was, she’d given her virginity to a man she didn’t love, a man who was little more than a stranger.
It was the end of another long training day. She stabled Rosie-Jo and double-checked the feeding schedule. Leading up to Brighton, everything about Rosie’s regime had to be perfect, as did Stephanie’s.
She pressed her hands against the small of her back, arching as she sighed. Her period was a few days late, and she was getting frustrated with the wait. It was only a small difference, but competing at the most favorable hormonal point in her cycle could be the edge she needed to win. If she didn’t get it by the weekend, she could be jumping with PMS.
She pulled her ponytail loose, finger-combed her hair and refastened the rubber band as she made her way to the barn door. She was exhausted, almost dizzy with fatigue today. And she was famished.
She took that as a good sign. It wasn’t uncommon for her to polish off a pint of ice cream and a bag of potato chips the day before her period started. Not that she’d indulge in either this close to a competition. She’d have some grilled chicken and a big salad instead.
The thought of the food had her picking up her pace across the yard. But by the time she got to the front porch, she’d changed her mind. Chicken didn’t really appeal to her. Maybe she’d do a steak instead.
Then she opened the door and caught the aroma of one of her housekeeper Rosalind’s stews. She gripped the door frame for a split second. Okay, definitely not stew. She’d sit out on the back veranda and grill that steak.
The next morning, Stephanie blinked open her eyes, surprised to find it was nine-fifteen. The training schedule was obviously wearing her out. Fair enough. Her body was telling her something. She’d make sure she incorporated an extra hour sleep in her routine for the next two weeks.
She sat up quickly, and a wave of nausea had her dropping right back down on the pillow.
Damn it. She could not get sick.
Not now.
She absolutely refused to let a flu bug ruin the competition.
She gritted her teeth, sitting up more slowly. There. That was better. Wasn’t it?
She gripped the brass post of her bed, willing her stomach to calm down.
It wasn’t fair. First her period screwup, and now this. She needed to do well at Brighton. She’d trained her entire life for this year of all years. But it was as if the stars were lining up against her.
She started for the en suite, telling herself it was mind over matter. She was young and healthy. And she had a strong immune system. She was confident she’d quickly fight off whatever it was she’d picked up.
She stopped in front of the sink, pushing her messy hair back from her face, groping for her toothbrush and unscrewing the toothpaste cap.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was pale. Her eyes looked too big today, and the smell of the toothpaste had her rushing to retch into the toilet.
There was little in her stomach, but she immediately felt better. What the heck was wrong—
She froze.
“No.” The hoarse exclamation was torn from her.
Her hand tightened on the counter edge and she shook her head in denial. She could not be pregnant.
They’d only done it once. And they’d used a condom.
Okay. She breathed. She had to calm down. She was only scaring herself. How many crazy thoughts had popped into her head since Alec left? This was simply one more in the series.
She drew another deep breath. The nausea had subsided.
It had to be psychosomatic. Her period would start today, maybe tomorrow. Her hormones would get back on track. She’d stick to her training regime, and she’d kick butt in Brighton.
Anything else was unthinkable.
On morning four of the nausea and exhaustion, Stephanie dragged her feet to the bathroom, staring with dread at the home pregnancy test she’d picked up the afternoon before. Even before she followed the directions, she knew what the answer would show.
Sure enough, the two blue stripes were vivid in the center of the viewing window. She was pregnant.
She plunked the plastic stick in the trash bin and moved woodenly to the shower.
As the warm water cascaded over her body, she let a tear escape from her eye. Then another, and another.
What oh what had she done? This was her year, first the nationals, then the European championships and finally tryouts for the Olympic team.
The moment she’d trained for, longed for, prayed for her entire life was upon her, and she was going to have a baby instead, without a father. Her brothers would be furious on both counts. They’d be so disappointed in her.
Her mind searched hopelessly for a way to keep it secret.
Maybe she could fake an injury and take herself out of competition. Then she would find an excuse to stay in Europe for six months. And, then … And, then …
She whacked the end of her fist against the shower wall in frustration.
What would she do? Come back to Montana with a baby in tow? Tell them she adopted some poor orphan in Romania?
It was a stupid plan.
Defeated, she slowly slid her way down the wall, water drizzling over her as she came to rest on the bottom of the tub. She wrapped her arms around her knees, staring blankly into space as the water turned from hot to tepid.
“Stephanie?” Amber’s voice surprised her. It was followed by a rap on the bathroom door.
“Just a sec,” Stephanie called out, rising to her feet, swiftly spinning off the now-cold water.
“You okay?” Amber asked.
“Fine.” Stephanie flipped back the curtain and grabbed a towel, scrubbing it over her puffy cheeks and burning eyes.
What was Amber doing in Montana?
“You’ve been in there forever,” Amber called.
“What are you doing here?”
“Royce got restless in Chicago. It was either this or fly to Dubai for the weekend. You want to come down to the main house for a while?”
Stephanie pressed her fingertips into her temples. The last thing in the world she needed was one of her brothers hanging around. She needed to be alone right now.
“I have to train,” she called through the door.
“You decent?” asked Amber.
“I’m—”
The door opened, and Stephanie quickly wrapped the big bath towel around her body.
“Morning.” Amber grinned.
“You never heard of privacy?” “We’re practically sisters.” Then Amber’s grin faded. She cocked her head, staring into Stephanie’s eyes. “What on earth?”
Stephanie quickly turned away, coming face-to-face with her own reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot. Her cheeks had high, bright pink spots, but the rest of her face was unnaturally pale.
“I had a rough night,” she tried, but her voice caught on her raw throat.
Amber’s arm was instantly around her shoulders. “What’s wrong? Did you get bad news? One of the horses?”
“No.” Stephanie shook her head.
Then Amber’s gaze caught on something. Her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped open.
Stephanie looked down to see the home pregnancy test box on the counter.
“You can’t tell Royce,” she croaked.
“You’re pregnant.”
Stephanie couldn’t answer. She closed her eyes to block out the terrible truth.
“Is it Wesley?”
Stephanie quickly shook her head.
“Who—”
“It doesn’t matter.”
There was a silent pause, then Amber touched her shoulder. “Alec.”
Stephanie’s eyes flew open. “You can’t tell Royce.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Amber pulled Stephanie into her arms. “It’s going to be okay. I promise you, it’s going to be okay.”
It wasn’t often that Alec spent time in his Chicago office. For one thing, his jobs rarely kept him in the city.
He preferred to be on the ground, gathering information from real people in different places around the world.
Consequently his office was stark, almost sterile. In a central location between the river and the pier, it was a single room on the thirty-second floor. The view was spectacular. The desk was smoke glass and metal, with sleek curves and clean lines. Matching chairs were thinly padded with charcoal leather. He used his laptop everywhere he went, and his file cabinets were stainless steel, recessed into the wall.
There was no need for a receptionist, since his phone number wasn’t published. He wasn’t listed on the building’s lobby directory, and he rarely had more than one job on the go at a time.
So, it was a surprise when the office door swung open.
Alec glanced up to see Jared fill the doorway. He walked determinedly inside, followed closely by Royce, their faces grim.
They shut the door and positioned themselves on either side, folding their arms across their chests, as Alec came to his feet. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that they knew he’d taken Stephanie’s virginity.
“Stephanie told you,” he stated the obvious. He wouldn’t lie, and he wouldn’t deny it. If they fired him, they fired him.
Jared spoke. “Stephanie doesn’t know we’re here.”
Alec nodded and came out from behind the desk, ready to face them.
Royce stepped in. “Stephanie’s pregnant.”
The words stopped Alec cold.
Seconds dripped like icicles inside the room.
“I had no idea,” he finally said.
“You’re not denying you’re the father,” Jared stated.
“I’m not denying anything. Whatever Stephanie told you, you can take as true.”
“Stephanie didn’t tell us anything,” said Royce.
Then Alec wasn’t about to add to their body of knowledge. What happened between him and Stephanie was private.
She was pregnant, and he’d absolutely do the right thing. And her brothers had every right to call him on it. But they didn’t have a right to anything more than she was willing to voluntarily share.
Jared took a step forward, and Alec wondered if he was going to take a swing.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Jared said.
“I will marry her,” Alec offered up-front.
“Not good enough,” said Royce, squaring his shoulders to form an impenetrable wall next to his brother.
Alec didn’t understand. There were limited options at this point.
“We don’t want to see Stephanie get hurt,” said Jared.
Alec’s mental reflex was to make a joke about that being the understatement of the century. But he held his tongue.
“No woman wants a marriage of convenience,” said Royce.
Alec still wasn’t following.
“She wants a love match.”
Alec peered at Royce. “Are you saying you want her to marry someone else?” His thoughts went to Wesley, and he found his anger flaring. Wesley wasn’t the father of her child. Alec was the father of her child.
His mind wanted to delve into that unfathomable concept, but he forced himself to focus on Jared and Royce.
“We mean a love match with you.”
Alec gave his head a little shake.
He’d step up. He’d provide financial and any other support needed, but he and Stephanie barely knew each other. They weren’t going to settle down and live happily ever after just because her brothers decreed it.
He would never put any woman in that position. He knew from the catastrophe of his own parents’ marriage, exactly what happened when you tried to fake it.
“I hope that was a joke,” he intoned.
Jared took yet another step forward. “There is nothing remotely funny about any of this.”
Alec looked into the man’s eyes. “No, there’s not. But you can’t control people’s emotions. She’s no more in love with me than I am with her.”
“You can change that,” said Royce. “Tell her you love her, and make her fall in love with you.”
Alec slid his glance sideways. “No.”
Not a chance in hell. There was not a freaking chance in hell he would set Stephanie up for that kind of heartache.
Royce squared his shoulders. “It wasn’t a question.”
Alec could well imagine that few people said no to the Ryder brothers. They were intellectually and physically powerful men. Add to that their economic wherewithal, and they were pretty much going to get their own way in life.
But Alec didn’t intimidate easily, and he had a set of personal principles that stopped well short of duping a woman into falling in love with him.
“I’ll marry Stephanie,” he told them both. “I’ll respect her. I will provide for our child. And I’ll lie to the world about it if she wants me to. But I won’t lie to her.”
He gave a harsh laugh. “You two might think you’re protecting her by—”
“We are protecting her,” said Royce, and Jared’s expression backed him up.
“Nevertheless,” Alec articulated carefully. “I’m going to be honest with her.”
Since Alec spent most of his life on the road, a marriage of convenience would be fairly easy to pull off. And after the baby was born, she could decide what she wanted. If it was a quiet divorce, no problem.
Jared and Royce glanced uncertainly at each other. It was obvious the meeting wasn’t going the way they’d planned.
“May I assume I’m fired?” Alec put in.
The two men exchanged another glance.
Royce cleared his throat.
“I think we’ll leave that up to Stephanie,” said Jared.
This time Alec did laugh. “Then you might as well take your files with you when you go. She’s pretty ticked off about my valuation of her publicity.”
The two men hesitated again.
“It is right?” asked Jared.
“It’s right,” Alec confirmed.
“Let’s maybe leave the business arrangement as is for now,” said Royce.
Alec glanced from one man to the other. “You sure?”
They both nodded.
“No point in disrupting everything at once,” said Jared. Then he clapped a hand down on Alec’s shoulder. “You can come back to the ranch with us.”
“You afraid I’m going to try to run off?”
“We don’t want Stephanie to be upset any longer than necessary.”
“She’ll still be upset after I get there.” Alec tried to picture their conversation. Then he wondered how Stephanie felt about the baby. Then, finally, he let his mind explore how he felt about the baby.
He’d never planned to have children. The genetics in his family did not lend themselves to quality parenting. His father was incapable of love, and his mother had been unable to put her child’s welfare ahead of her own misery.
At least Alec’s child would have Stephanie.
For some reason, the thought warmed him. Stephanie might be indulged and impulsive, but she was also sweet and loving. He’d seen her work with both animals and children, and he knew instinctively she’d be a great mother.
And he was going to be a father.
As he exited the office with Jared and Royce, he tried hard to keep the prospect from terrifying him.
At the front of the stall, Stephanie rested her forehead against Rosie-Jo’s soft nose. She placed her hand on the horse’s neck, feeling it twitch and pulse with strength beneath her fingertips.
“I went to see the doctor today,” she told Rosie-Jo, wrapping her hands around the mare’s bridle.
Rosie-Jo nickered softly in response, bobbing her head up and down.
Stephanie slowly drew back, gazing into the horse’s liquid, brown eyes. Her throat closed over. “I’m definitely pregnant, girl.”
Rosie-Jo blinked her lashes.
“And that affects you,” Stephanie forced herself to continue. “Because he’s afraid I might fall off. He’s afraid I’ll hurt the baby.” Stephanie closed her eyes and drew a bracing breath. “I’m so sorry, Rosie. I know how you love the crowds. And you’ve worked so hard. And I’ve worked so hard. For so long.”
Rosie snuffled Stephanie’s shoulder.
Stephanie opened her eyes to the blur of gray horse hair, her voice catching. “So, he doesn’t want me to jump anymore.”
“That sounds like good advice to me,” someone rumbled behind her.
Rosie snorted, while Stephanie startled. She turned and came face-to-face with the man who’d haunted her dreams.
“Alec?” She struggled to make sense of his presence in the barn. “What are you doing here?”
“Your brothers picked me up in Chicago.” His gaze scanned her thin cotton shirt, blue jeans and worn boots.
The implication of his arrival, and the meaning of his opening words penetrated Stephanie’s brain.
He knew she was pregnant.
And her brothers must know, too.
She felt the walls close in. She hadn’t prepared for this moment, hadn’t had any time to even think about it. She’d assumed it would be weeks, even months before her pregnancy was general knowledge.
“I believe Amber gave you up,” Alec offered.
Stephanie didn’t respond, her mind still grappling with the fact that he knew, that he was here, that the secret was out.
“When were you planning to tell me?” he asked, face impassive, tone guarding his mood.
The word never sprang to mind. Though she knew she wouldn’t have kept it from him.
“I don’t know,” she managed, answering him honestly. “I hadn’t thought about it.” It was enough of a challenge coming to terms with the situation herself.
He shook his head and gave a scoff of disbelief. “You hadn’t thought about it? You’re unexpectedly pregnant, and it’s not on your mind twenty-four seven?”
“I just found out.”
“You told Amber a week ago.”
“And I saw the doctor this morning. I hadn’t even decided—”
“Decided what?“ His voice went deadly low, and his gray eyes turned to black.
“What to do.” She had her riding career, her students, her business. Not to mention a baby, then a child. She’d never even known her own mother, how would she handle it all?
He wrapped his hand firmly around her upper arm. “Stephanie, if you even think about—”
She blinked up at him.
“—harming our baby.”
Harming? What was he talking …
Then her eyes went wide, and she jerked her arm from his grip. “What is the matter with you?”
“Me? You’re the one who hasn’t made up her mind—”
“How to raise the baby.” She smacked him on the front of his shoulder. “Not whether to keep the baby.”
He didn’t even react to the blow. “You can’t be happy about this.”
“Of course I’m not happy about this. I’m not ready to be a mother. I have a business to run. My jumping career is ruined. And my brothers know I slept with you.”
“Your brothers will get over it.”
Her brothers. She groaned inwardly.
Royce and Jared knew Alec had made her pregnant.
Wait a minute. She looked him up and down. “You’re still standing.”
“I am.”
She cocked her head. “How come you’re still standing?”
“You thought your brothers would kill me for sleeping with you?”
“I never thought my brothers would find out.”
“Yeah.” He glanced away. “I was kind of counting on the same thing.”
Then the fog lifted, and a picture came clear in her mind. Of course her brothers hadn’t harmed him. They needed him alive.
She didn’t know whether to be furious or mortified. “You’re here for a shotgun wedding.”
“Something like that,” he admitted.
She felt guilty on a whole new front now. Alec was a decent guy. He didn’t deserve this.
She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Do I look worried?”
“You definitely look worried.”
“It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”
“It doesn’t have to be anything at all.” Making up her mind, she turned decisively and started down the corridor.
Alec settled in beside her.
She finger-combed her hair and refastened her ponytail at the base of her neck. “Thanks for stopping by, Alec. You’re an honorable man. But your baby is safe in my hands. I’ll drop you a line once it’s born.”
He coughed out a laugh. “Yeah, right.” “Your life is in Chicago. Leave this to me.” In this day and age, a reluctant husband was a complication not a benefit. What had her brothers been thinking?
“Not quite the way things are going to happen,” he said.
“They can’t make you marry me.”
“Now that part’s debatable.”
“Okay. Maybe they can make you. But they can’t make me.” She spotted a length of binder twine on the floor and reflexively stooped to pick it up.
“They want what’s best for you, Stephanie.”
She wrapped the orange twine neatly around her hand. “No, Alec. They want you to pay for your sins.”
“They want to protect you.”
She gave a dry chuckle. “From what? A scarlet letter?”
He didn’t respond.
“I’m a big girl, Alec. I made a mistake, and I’m going to pay. But it doesn’t mean you have to get dragged along for the ride.” She peeled the loop of twine from her hand and reached for the door latch.
His hand shot out, blocking the door shut. He stared down at her with an intense singularity of purpose. “Get this straight in your mind, Stephanie. You are marrying me.”
She squinted at him in the dim light. “That was a joke, right?”
“Am I laughing?”
“I don’t know what they threatened you with.”
“Nobody threatened me with anything.”
“Then why are you talking crazy?”
“I’m talking logic. It doesn’t have to be forever.”
“And what girl doesn’t want to hear that in a marriage proposal?”
“Stephanie.”
His words shouldn’t have the power to hurt her. She barely knew the man. And she needed to keep it that way.
She stuffed the twine in her pocket and crossed her arms over her chest. “Marriage would make a bad situation worse.”
He imitated her posture, crossing his own arms. “Marriage would make things right.”
Suddenly the entire conversation seemed absurd, and a cold laugh burst out of her. “How do you figure?”
His jaw clenched. “I’m the baby’s father.”
“Yes?”
“I have a responsibility.”
“To do what?”
“I don’t know,” he practically shouted. “Provide for it.”
“You can write a check without having a marriage license.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
“And I have no say?”
“Not really.”
He glared at her for a long moment. Then he smacked the door open and marched out of the barn.
As she watched his retreating back, Stephanie realized she had won.
She tried to feel glad about that, but somehow the emotion wouldn’t come.

Five
“Well, what was I supposed to say?” Stephanie challenged. Sitting on a submerged ledge, water to her waist in the ranch swimming hole, she stared at Amber over the rippled surface of the water.
“Yes?” Amber suggested as she pulled the last couple of strokes across the small, cliff bordered pool and settled on the ledge next to Stephanie. Her forehead was completely healed, and the cut from the accident would barely leave a scar.
The swimming hole was a favorite place for Stephanie. Water from a small tributary to the Windy River trickled down a waterfall and gathered in a deep pool, hollowed out over millennia. The semicircle cliffs were open to the east, so the morning sun soaked into the granite, heating the water, keeping it comfortable all summer long.
It was near noon, and the sun streamed down on Amber’s wet, blond hair, reflecting in her jewel-blue eyes.
“And actually marry him?” Stephanie swiped her own wet hair back from her forehead, tucking it behind her ears.
“You are having his baby.”
“And, we’re practically strangers.”
“Not completely.” Amber’s eyes took on a meaningful gleam.
Stephanie glared in return. “Nobody gets married because of a baby anymore.”
Amber didn’t answer, but an opposing opinion all but oozed from her pores.
“What?” Stephanie prompted.
“You’re pregnant, Steph.”
“I know that.” Stephanie had tried hard to push it from her mind. But the reality wasn’t going anywhere.
“A husband might not be such a bad thing.”
“I thought you’d be on my side.”
“I am on your side.”
Stephanie snorted her disbelief.
“We’re only suggesting you give it a try.”
“And if I fail?” Which was a foregone conclusion in Stephanie’s mind. And therefore the entire exercise was a waste of time.
“Then you fail. Nothing ventured—”
“We’re talking marriage, Amber.” Stephanie couldn’t believe her future sister-in-law could be so cavalier about something so serious. Maybe Stephanie was a hopeless romantic, but she didn’t want to stand up in front of God and her family and take vows she didn’t mean.
“It doesn’t have to be a traditional marriage.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
Amber cocked her head, silent for a few moments. “Are you saying you have feelings for Alec?”
“No!” Stephanie’s denial was quick. Her emotions caught up a split second later. She didn’t have feelings for Alec. She wouldn’t allow herself to have feelings for Alec. “I just want …”
“What?”
“Normal. I want something about this entire mess to be normal.”
“Define normal.” Now Amber was being deliberately obtuse.
“A date? A candlelight dinner? Maybe a movie? Something, anything even a little bit romantic.”
Amber snorted out a laugh. “What’s romantic? Melissa went undercover and spied on Jared, and Royce picked me up in a bar.” She snapped off a twig and tossed it into the pond. “I was a one-night stand that never went home.”
Despite herself, Stephanie’s interest was piqued. “You and Royce had a one-night stand?”
“Not the first night.”
“Which night?”
“None of your business.”
“Did you know you loved him?”
“Not at the time.”
“Were you a virgin?”
“No.”
“But you loved him later. So, somewhere, deep down inside, you must have known.”
“Don’t do this, Stephanie.”
Stephanie clamped her jaw. Amber was right. Comparing herself to Melissa and Amber was futile. They were with men that they loved, men who would stick around, share their lives forever.
Leaves crackled on the trail behind them, and Stephanie turned to see Alec emerge from the trees.
His attention was fixed on Stephanie. “Royce told me I’d find you here.”
Amber made to stand up, but Stephanie grabbed at her arm. “Don’t go.”
“You two have a lot to talk about.”
“We’ve already talked.” Stephanie had no desire for a repeat argument. She didn’t have the energy.
Amber glanced up, obviously assessing Alec’s expression. “I don’t think you’re done yet.” She came to her feet, stepping her way out of the pool where she snagged a towel from a rock. Then she stuffed her feet into a pair of bright blue thongs.
Stephanie braced herself as Alec crouched down beside her. He was wearing a pair of lightweight khakis and plain, white dress shirt. His shoes were too formal, but at least he’d forgone the tie.
“Swimming?” he asked conversationally.
“No. Riding a bike.”
“You think sarcasm’s going to help?”
“I don’t think anything’s going to help.”
“Right.” He shifted. “So, your long-term plan is to wallow in self-pity?”
Stephanie refused to answer. Instead she swung her legs back and forth in the water.
She heard a rustle, then he stepped onto the ledge to sit. He’d stripped down to a pair of black boxers, and she quickly shifted her gaze to the other direction.
“You’ve seen me naked,” he rumbled, amusement clear in his tone.
She might have seen him that way once, but she didn’t intend to see him that way again. She scrambled to put her feet under her.
His hand came down on her shoulder. “Oh, no you’re not.”
“You’re going to hold me prisoner?”
“If I have to.” The hand remained firmly in place.
Stephanie gave an angry sigh.
“I was thinking a garden wedding would be nice.”
“What part of no didn’t you—”
“We could do it here, if you like. Or in Chicago.”
“Alec, we can’t—”
“There’s a ring in my pocket. Simple, but a couple of carats. It should impress your friends.” He glanced across the shiny surface of the pool. “Probably not a good idea to give it to you here.”
Despite herself, she turned to look at him. “You bought me a diamond?”
“Of course I bought you a diamond. We’re getting married.”
“You can’t bribe me with jewelry, Alec.”
“I’m bribing you with a name for our baby.”
“I’m hardly a fallen woman.”
“This isn’t about you, Stephanie.”
“Of course it’s about—” She almost said me, but she clamped down her jaw instead. Her jumping career was ruined, and that was that. The baby was her priority now.
He smiled. “Ah. A glimmer of responsibility.”
“Of course I’ll do what’s best for the baby.” Beneath the water, her hand moved subconsciously to her abdomen.
“Marrying me is best for the baby.”
She didn’t answer.
“I’m under no illusions that we can ‘make it work,’” Alec continued.
“Ah. A glimmer of reality,” she mocked.
He frowned at her. “We barely know each other.”
“You got that right.”
“This isn’t my first choice, either.”
She stifled a cold laugh, but he ignored her silent sarcasm.
“I’ll be honest with you, Stephanie. When it comes to women, I’m not a long-term kind of guy. And I don’t see that changing.”
Wow. This proposal just kept getting better and better.
Did he mean he’d continue dating? She supposed there was nothing to stop him from doing just that. He had an apartment in Chicago, and he traveled on business most of the time.
She shouldn’t care. She had no right to care. Though it would be embarrassing if he was seen in public by someone she knew.
“Will you be discreet?” she asked him.
“Excuse me?”
“With the other women. Will you be discreet?”
His brows knit together. “What other women?”
“You just said your lifestyle wouldn’t change.”
“I didn’t—”
“I assume that means I’m free to see other men,” she added defiantly. “Although it would be more complicated for me to—”
“Whoa,” he roared. “You are not going to be seeing other men.”
“Isn’t that a double standard?”
“Double standard?”
“I’m trying to understand how this will work.”
Perhaps refusing Alec had been the wrong strategy. Maybe agreeing to marry him and pressing on the details would be more effective. She’d bet it wouldn’t take him long to back out.
“Well, one way it will work, is that my pregnant wife won’t be sleeping with other men.”
“So, I’ll be celibate then?”
“Damn straight.”
“For how long?”
“For as long as it takes. It worked just fine for the first twenty-two years of your life.”
“That was before.”
“Before what?”
Frustration goaded her. “Before I knew how much fun it was to have sex.”
Alec’s eyes frosted to pewter. His mouth opened then closed again in a grim line.
She didn’t care. Let him think she was embarking on a spree of debauchery. So long as it changed his mind about the wedding.
“You’re lying,” he finally said.
“That sex is fun?” she deliberately misunderstood, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. “You were there, Alec. Do you think I’m lying?”
“You are impossible.” But his gaze dipped to her cleavage and the clingy one-piece bathing suit.
The heated look brought a rush of memories, and she realized that talking about their sex life might not be the brightest move. It had been far better than mere fun. And the experience was still fresh in her mind. And, given different circumstances, she’d definitely be in favor of repeating it.
“I’m merely pointing out some of the impracticalities of your master plan,” she told him.
“Stephanie, in five or six years, you are going to have a child in your life asking about their family. Do you want to tell them Daddy was a one-night stand, or do you want to tell them Mommy and Daddy had a fight and don’t live together anymore.”
Stephanie’s brain stumbled on the picture of a five-year-old. There would be a five-year-old. And she’d be solely responsible for raising him or her.
Panic rose inside her. How would she manage? Her only role models were a grandfather and two teenage boys.
“I can’t—” She came to her feet, water rushing down her legs and dripping from her suit.
Alec rose. “Don’t you dare—” But then her expression seemed to register. “Stephanie?”
She was going to have a baby. She was honest to God, going to have a baby.
She felt the blood drain from her face.
She’d never fed a baby, burped a baby, changed a diaper. What if she did something wrong? What if she forgot something important? What if she inadvertently harmed the poor, little thing?
“Stephanie,” he sighed in obvious exasperation. He reached for her, pulling her to his body. His bare chest was warm from the sun, and his arms were strong around her. She had a sudden urge to bury her face and hide there forever. His deep voice vibrated reassuringly in her ear.
“Marry me, Stephanie. It won’t be perfect. It won’t be romantic. But we’ll at least be honest with each other.”
His sincerity touched her and, miraculously, she didn’t feel so completely alone. She let herself sink into Alec’s strength. Then she gave in and nodded against his chest.
Stephanie had preferred to hold the wedding at the ranch, and that was fine with Alec. He’d done his duty and informed his father, omitting the fact that Stephanie was pregnant. History might be repeating itself on one level, but the unplanned pregnancy was the only thing his marriage would have in common with his parents’.
Jared and Melissa had flown to the ranch. Then Melissa and Amber had joined forces to convince Stephanie to put on at least a cursory show for the ceremony. It would only be the six of them and a preacher, but they couldn’t completely hide the event from the ranch workers, nor should they. It was better if it looked natural.
In the end, they’d chosen a quiet spot by the river. It was a couple of miles up a rutted, grassy road from Stephanie’s house, out of sight from the working areas. A field of oats rippled behind them, while horses grazed on the hillside, and the river burbled against a backdrop of cottonwood trees.
Alec and the preacher arrived first, but within minutes, Jared’s SUV pulled up with the rest of the party. The men all wore suits, while Amber and Melissa chose knee-length dresses, Amber in bronze, and Melissa in burgundy.
Stephanie was the last to emerge from the backseat. But when she did, Alec couldn’t stop staring.
Her white dress was simple, strapless with a high waist and a sparkling belt below her breasts. The skirt fell softly to her knees, showing the curves of her slim, tanned calves. Her shoes were pretty, white satin ballet slippers against the long green grass.
Her hair was upswept, brilliant auburn under the deep, blue sky. She wore diamond earrings and a delicate, matching necklace, and subtle makeup had toned her freckles to nothing. His gaze was drawn to her graceful neck and smooth, bare shoulders.
Alec was far from a romantic man, but he was forced to fight the urge to sweep her up in his arms and carry her off on a honeymoon.
She took a tentative step forward, and then another.
It was no traditional march down the aisle, and she seemed uncertain of what to do.
Alec moved forward, meeting her halfway, taking her hand so that they approached the preacher together. Her fingertips trembled ever so slightly against his skin, and he fought a thickness in his chest and the desire to pull her tight against him and reassure her. His reaction was ridiculous. The ceremony was as simple as they could make it. They were here to get the job done, nothing more.
The preacher began speaking, and everyone went still.
Stephanie stared determinedly at Alec’s chin while she spoke her vows.
Alec by contrast watched her straight on, continuing to marvel at how stunning she looked. He realized that he’d never seen her in a dress, never seen her in jewelry, or with her hair in such a feminine style.
He’d known she was beautiful. He’d been physically attracted to her from minute one. But this incredible creature standing in front of him surpassed any dream or expectation he’d ever had. Once again, he found his imagination moving to a wedding night and honeymoon.
He ruthlessly shut that thought down. He had to keep a distance between them. Royce and Jared’s plan to make her fall in love was both foolish and dangerous. Alec’s mother had loved his father, and his father’s indifference had destroyed her.
Then the preacher was finishing, inviting Alec to kiss the bride.
It seemed silly to do it, but churlish to skip.
So Alec bent his head. He struggled for emotional distance as he rested a hand on her perfect shoulder, slid the other arm around her slim waist and touched his lips to hers.
It was a tender kiss, nothing like the ones they’d shared when they made love. But sensations ricocheted through him, nearly sending him to his knees.
He held it too long.
He kissed her too hard.
He just barely forced himself to pull back.
When he did, she finally looked at him. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth bright red, and her silver-blue eyes were wide and vulnerable. Something smacked him square in the solar plexus, and he knew he was in very big trouble.
Even in the midst of her stressful wedding day, Stephanie’s heart lifted when she saw McQuestin sitting on the front porch of the main ranch house. The old man was like a second grandfather to her, and she’d missed him while he’d been in Texas recovering from his broken leg.
She rushed out of Jared’s SUV, leaving Alec in the backseat.
“You’re home,” she called, picking her way carefully along the pathway in her thin, impractical shoes.
The old man’s smile was a slash across his weather-beaten face. His moustache and thick eyebrows were gray, and his hair, barely a fringe, was cut close to his head. His battered Stetson sat on his blue jean covered knee, while a pair of crutches were leaned against the wall next to his deck chair.
“Married?” he asked gruffly.
“I am,” she admitted, giving him a hug and a kiss on his leathery cheek. She hoped her brothers hadn’t told McQuestin about her pregnancy.
“How’s the leg?” she asked, brushing past the subject of the wedding.
“Be right as rain in no time. This your gentleman?” He nodded past Stephanie.
Her hand still resting on McQuestin’s shoulder, she turned to see Alec mount the stairs a few feet in front of Jared and Melissa. Royce’s truck came to a halt behind the SUV.
“That’s him,” said Stephanie.
McQuestin looked Alec up and down. “She’s too young to get married.” An accusation and a challenge were both clear in his tone.
Alec stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Stephanie’s bare shoulders. His hand was warm, strong and slightly callused, and her skin all but jumped under the touch.
“Sometimes a man has to move fast,” he responded easily. “Couldn’t take a chance on somebody else snapping her up.”
McQuestin’s faded blue eyes narrowed. “You’re not stupid. I’ll give you that.”
“I told you you’d like him,” Jared put in.
“Never said I liked him. Said he wasn’t stupid. Now this one, I like.” He nodded to Amber as she joined the group. “Got a good head on her shoulders.”
“That she does,” Royce agreed, and Stephanie realized McQuestin would only have met Amber today. Melissa on the other hand had been engaged to Jared before McQuestin’s accident.
McQuestin glanced around at the circle of six. “You go away for a couple of months, and look what happens?”
The comparison of the three relationships made Stephanie uncomfortable. She shrugged out of Alec’s embrace and backed toward the door. “I’ll go see how Sasha’s doing.”
“She’s got that table all decked out in delicates,” said McQuestin. “I’m afraid to touch it.”
“We’re celebrating,” said Melissa, giving him a hug on the way past. “It’s good to have you back.”
McQuestin winked at her. “A poker game with you later, young lady.”
“You bet.” Melissa fell into step behind Stephanie, passing through the doorway. “I think he lets me win,” she confessed in a whisper.
“If you’re winning, he’s letting you,” Stephanie confirmed.
“Who is he?” asked Amber as the door closed behind the three women. “We only had time for ‘hi, how are you,’ before we left for the ceremony.”
“He’s been the ranch manager forever,” said Stephanie, slowing her steps as she approached the dining room table.
It was set with her mother’s china, the best crystal wineglasses, an ornate, silver candelabra and low bouquets of wildflowers. Sheer curtains muted the lighting, and Sasha had baked a stunning, three tiered wedding cake. It was pure white, decorated with a cascade of mixed berries and was sitting on the sideboard with an ornate silver knife and a stack of china plates.
Stephanie gripped the back of a chair. “I feel like such a fraud.”
“You’re not a fraud,” said Melissa, coming up on one side.
Amber came up on the other, flanking Stephanie with support. “And it looks delicious.”
The unexpected observation made Stephanie smile. “Are we looking at the bright side?”
“No point in doing anything else.”
“I suppose that’s true,” Stephanie allowed as she wandered over to the cake.
It did look delicious. She reached around the back, and swiped her fingertip through the icing then licked the sweetness off with her tongue.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Melissa laughed.
But Amber followed suit, tasting the icing herself. “Yum. Butter cream.”
“It’s good,” Stephanie agreed.
“I love cake,” Amber snickered.
Stephanie lifted the knife. “Let’s cut it now.”
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Melissa trapped her wrist.
Stephanie struggled to escape. “What? You worried it’s bad luck.”
“I don’t believe in wedding luck,” said Amber, swiping another finger full of icing. “My fiancé saw the wedding dress before the ceremony and slept with the bridesmaid. And that turned out to be good luck.”
Stephanie and Melissa both blinked, round-eyed at Amber.
“Royce slept with a bridesmaid?” Stephanie asked in astonishment.
“Not Royce. My old fiancé, Hargrove. He slept with my best friend Katie. So I say to hell with luck. Let’s eat the cake.”
“Hello?” came Alec’s censorious voice from the doorway.
Stephanie and Melissa both dropped the knife, and Amber guiltily jerked her finger away from the bottom layer.
“Amber has a thing for cake.” Royce’s tone was dry next to Alec, but there was a twinkle in his eyes exclusively for Amber.
“That’s true,” Amber admitted, grinning right back at him, making a show of licking the tip of her finger.
Something about their easy intimacy tightened Stephanie’s chest. She didn’t dare look at Alec, knowing his expression would be guarded. There was no intimacy between them. They were barely acquaintances.

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