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  Grooming Rocket Fuel wasn’t scary anymore, either. She’d even tried leading him around the corral a few times, and she’d learned how to put on and take off his halter. She looked forward to gazing into his liquid brown eyes and running her bare hands over his solid warmth.

  Sometimes she got a little teary when she did that, but she’d never completely lost it like she had the first time. That morning she’d clung to Adam as if he were the mast of a ship in a storm-tossed sea which she couldn’t let go of for an instant, or else she’d drown.

  They hadn’t spoken of that moment since then, but she thought about it constantly. Her tears had come without warning. She’d always prided herself on controlling her emotions, especially in front of others, but she’d been helpless to do it that day.

  When she’d felt the warmth and strength of his arm around her shoulders, she’d allowed herself to let go. And he’d come through like a champ. The memory of his solid warmth and his soothing words remained clear three weeks later.

  Another sensation remained clear, too—the velvet touch of his lips against hers. Later that day she’d blushed to think that she’d been so bold, but her embarrassment had faded since then. In fact, she’d been tempted to try it again. Or maybe not.

  She’d debated the wisdom of that during the days when she wasn’t at the ranch, days when she missed Adam a lot. Judging from his casual comments, he hadn’t dated anyone since his divorce. But she’d caught him watching her a few times with a gleam in his eye.

  If he’d been alert, he might have caught her doing the same with him. His gentle, yet firm, approach to his horses was sexy. She liked his loose-hipped, confident stride, and she’d learned to read his mood by the way he wore his hat. Nudging it back with his thumb meant he was curious about something and about to ask a question. Pulling it low over his eyes indicated intense focus, or even anger.

  She wondered if he knew that he’d jerked down the brim of his hat when she’d told him about Justin leaving her at the concert. His anger, coupled with his emphasis on keeping her safe, had been one of the reasons she’d started blubbering. Add in Rocket Fuel’s patience with her lame attempt to groom him, and she’d been an emotional wreck.

  Three weeks later, she felt stronger. Sirens still made her feel slightly nauseous, and she took the stairs at work instead of riding in the elevator with a bunch of folks. She’d promised herself to take the elevator on Monday, though.

  Last night she’d met her friends for drinks at the Golden Spurs and Stetsons, and she’d suggested sitting within view of the door, but not right next to it, like before. She also gave herself points for overcoming her humiliation enough to go back in there. Baby steps—but important ones, in her estimation.

  Melanie and Astrid had asked her how she was getting along with Adam. That was a complicated question, so she’d dodged it. Knowing her friends, they hadn’t been fooled. They’d figured out she was interested. But they hadn’t pushed for more information, for which she was grateful.

  She hadn’t worked out her own feelings for the guy. But when she drove up and saw him standing just inside the barn door out of the rain, her heart did a little somersault of joy. He obviously was waiting for her.

  When she stopped the car and climbed out, he smiled and motioned to her. “Get on in here. And watch out for the mud.”

  “What, you’re not going to spread your cloak over that puddle?” She left her hat on the passenger seat. She wouldn’t need to shade her eyes from the sun today.

  “This is a working ranch, lady, not the streets of Elizabethan England.” He grinned at her as she made a dash for the barn. “Was that a test to see if I’d heard of Sir Walter Raleigh?”

  “I wouldn’t presume to test you on trivia.” She fluffed her hair with her fingers. “I’ll bet you had a grander education than I did.”

  He thumbed back his hat. “You didn’t Google that information?” Apparently the guy wore his hat, rain or shine.

  “Actually, I did Google it, so I know how fancy your education was, but now I’m kind of embarrassed about snooping.”

  “Don’t be.” His silver gaze was warm. “I would have done the same thing in your place.”

  “I’ll bet not many ranchers around here have degrees from Harvard.”

  He grimaced. “Family tradition. My grandfather went there, and my father went there, so of course I had to go there.” Then he blew out a breath. “Listen to me, whining because I was forced to attend an Ivy League school. What a brat.”

  She was touched that he’d confided in her. He usually kept his personal remarks to a minimum. “I don’t think it’s the school so much as not having a choice.”

  His eyes widened. “Exactly! My path was mapped out for me and I didn’t think I could change it. Will’s the person who finally convinced me I could.”

  “I’m glad he did. You seem totally at home here.”

  “I am.” He sighed with obvious satisfaction. “My mom’s starting to accept my decision, which is nice. She was upset about the divorce, but Elise would never have adjusted to ranch life. She told me she’d married a guy who wore tuxes and three-piece suits. She had no interest in living with John Wayne.”

  Valerie didn’t know if the coziness of the dry barn had encouraged him to talk about himself, but she welcomed the chance to know him better. Poor guy. Neither his family nor his wife had valued the real Adam Templeton.

  “For what it’s worth,” she said, “I think you’re a vast improvement over John Wayne.”

  “You mean because I’m alive?”

  She laughed. “Well, there’s that, but I—”

  “Wow. That’s the first time I’ve seen you laugh.”

  “It is? That can’t be right.”

  “You haven’t laughed the whole time you’ve been coming out here. I would have remembered if you had.”

  She wondered if he realized how much he’d revealed with that one remark. He’d been paying attention to her, all right. Very close attention. The implication of that sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine.

  He cleared his throat. “So I guess you’re making progress, huh?”

  “I think so. I plan to tackle riding in the office elevator on Monday.”

  “Great idea.” He hesitated. “Want me to ride it with you?”

  “That would be silly.” But she had to admit the task would be much easier with his solid presence. “Comforting as it would be to have you there, I can’t ask you to come downtown just to ride an elevator with me.”

  “Then we’ll throw in lunch.”

  Her chest tightened. He was asking her out. She hadn’t accepted a date from anyone since the fire because she hadn’t wanted to risk an embarrassing meltdown. But he’d already seen her lose control. He knew all about her issues.

  “We don’t have to have lunch,” he said quietly. “I could just ride the elevator with you and leave.”

  She realized then that the invitation wasn’t all about her. If she’d guessed right, he hadn’t asked a woman for a date since before he was married. He might be rich, and he might be confident when dealing with his finances or with his horses, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t vulnerable in this area.

  “I’d love to have lunch with you,” she said. “And I’ll save my elevator ride for when you show up at my office. We’ll go down together.”

  “Okay.” He still seemed uneasy. “I’m not trying to push you into anything, though. It’s just lunch.”

  She met his gaze. “I like you, Adam. I like you a lot.”

  His response was velvet-soft. “Likewise, Valerie.” Heat flared in his silver eyes for a brief moment before his expression changed and he was all business. “We’d best get started on today’s project before the hour gets away from us.”

  “Right.” She took a deep breath and tried to regain her mental balance. She’d suddenly pictured how
the hour could really get away from them if he moved even one step closer. “What’s on tap for today?”

  “Since it’s raining, we could work with Rocket Fuel in his stall, if you’re up to it. Might be good practice for the elevator ride.”

  “Sure.” During her last session she’d walked into the horse’s stall, clipped the lead rope onto his halter, and led him out to the hitching post. Grooming him in the stall shouldn’t bother her.

  “The caddy’s all set to go.”

  “I’ll get it.” She walked into the tack room and grabbed the plastic container. The barn had become a familiar place to her, and she loved feeling at ease there.

  As they walked down the aisle, she noticed heads poking out from most of the stalls. “You have a full house today.”

  “Pure laziness on my part. They’d be willing to go out and run around in the rain, but then we’d have to clean ’em up again. Bubba’s owner is coming out to pay a visit tomorrow, and I’m prideful enough to want all the horses looking good.”

  She stopped walking. “Wait a minute. Bubba’s owner? That’s not you?”

  “No. A racing stable had already contracted for the foal when I bought Saucy Lady, assuming it was a live birth. It was, so they’ll take him once he’s weaned.”

  “That’s terrible!”

  His gaze was stoic. “That’s the horse business. I knew I wouldn’t get to keep him when I bought his mama.”

  “But . . . but you’re a wealthy man. You could buy him back.”

  “I did offer, but they won’t sell. They agreed to amend the contract for a price, though, so Bubba goes to them on the condition he won’t start his training until he’s two. He was born late in the year, so theoretically they could take him out early because of it, sort of like a kid who’s enrolled in school before he’s ready. They could ruin him if they do that.”

  “Let me get this straight. You had to pay them to do the right thing for a horse that doesn’t belong to you?”

  “Yes, and that might sound like a stupid financial decision, but I couldn’t let that little guy go without protecting him.”

  “It doesn’t sound stupid. It sounds humane.” She wondered how many times he’d been chastised for such impulses when he was younger and being groomed to be a hardheaded businessman.

  “I’ll be watching them like a hawk, too. If they show any signs of trying to race him too soon, my lawyers will slap an injunction on them and I’ll sue to get him back.” He tugged the brim of his hat down over his eyes.

  “You’re a good man, Adam.”

  He shook his head. “Like I said before, don’t go making me out to be something I’m not. I’ve made some business decisions I wish I could do over.”

  “In the past.”

  “Yeah, but the repercussions extend into the future.” His jaw tensed.

  “If you’ll excuse my saying so, you’re pretty hard on yourself.”

  “Now you sound like Will. He keeps telling me not to beat myself up over things I can’t change.”

  “Smart guy.” She hesitated. “Can we make a detour and go see Bubba before we head down to Rocket Fuel’s stall?”

  He glanced at her. “I was afraid of that. You’re getting attached, aren’t you?”

  “And you’re not?”

  “I . . .”

  “Adam Templeton, you are a big old softie and it’ll tear you up inside when Bubba leaves, so don’t get all macho on me and pretend otherwise.”

  That made him smile. “Okay, I won’t. Let’s go see that little guy.”

  When they arrived outside the stall, Valerie set down the grooming caddy so she could lean against the stall door and peek in. Adam joined her there, his hips mere inches from hers. She could hear him breathing, and the scent of his aftershave tantalized her. She was developing a massive crush on Mr. Templeton.

  Bubba was nursing.

  Valerie couldn’t imagine separating mother and baby. “I suppose he’d have to be weaned, regardless of whether he stayed here.”

  “He would. Don’t worry. It’ll be a gradual process. I won’t ship him off until he’s used to being on his own.”

  “But he’ll lose his home as well as his mother.”

  He glanced over at her. “I love these horses, but I’m in the business of raising them for sale. If I tried to keep them all, I’d go through a hell of a lot of money in a very short time. I’m not focused on the bottom line the way I used to be, but I’d rather not lose money on this venture if I can help it.”

  “I know.” She gazed at him. “I didn’t mean to sound judgmental.” But she had sounded that way, and he’d been judged his whole life and found wanting. “I’m sorry. Of course you have to sell horses to keep the ranch going. I was out of line to make that comment.”

  “It’s okay, Valerie. You can always be honest with me and tell me how you feel. I’m being honest with you in describing how this operation works.”

  “And I get it. I do. I promise to take that into consideration from now on. How soon will he be weaned?”

  “Not for a long time. Four or five months from now, maybe longer.”

  She relaxed. “Oh, good.” She wondered what their status would be four or five months from now. She’d never discussed the duration of these sessions, either with Will or with Adam. But at some point, she hoped she would be cured of her phobias. And then what would be her excuse for coming to the ranch?

  “Don’t worry,” Adam said. “I’ll take it slow and easy. The new owners may want to get their hands on him, but they don’t want a neurotic mess because he was weaned too early.”

  “No reason to rush it.” Or to rush her treatment. Ha. She knew exactly why she wanted to drag it out. She was looking for an excuse to keep seeing him. But they were having lunch on Monday. That would change the dynamic.

  Her mind leaped ahead as she thought of where they’d go and what she’d wear. She’d never dated a billionaire before. But as she stood next to him watching Bubba nurse, she realized he wouldn’t show up looking like a billionaire.

  No, he’d walk into her office in jeans, western shirt, boots, and Stetson. He’d look the way he always did. She’d be the one in a whole different costume. And after appearing in plain old jeans and T-shirts for three weeks, she had the purely feminine urge to knock his socks off.

  Five

  On Monday morning, Adam parked his truck in a garage a block away from Valerie’s law office. He’d chosen a cafe close by, one that advertised quick lunch service. Although he would have rather taken her somewhere more atmospheric, he wasn’t sure what her schedule was. She might have so many appointments that she wouldn’t be able to linger.

  This whole setup was new to him. His dating years had involved debutantes with plenty of free time and a taste for luxury. But he was at a different point in his life, and as a result he’d asked a working girl to lunch. His usual approach of champagne and caviar wouldn’t fit the occasion.

  To say he was nervous would be grossly understating the case. He’d called Will yesterday and asked him point-blank if he’d hoped for a romance between Adam and Valerie. Will had admitted the idea had crossed his mind, which in Will-speak meant he’d planned the entire thing.

  Adam couldn’t be upset with the guy. Valerie was terrific, and something might actually come out of Will’s meddling. Will had asked to meet for a drink after work today so he could find out how lunch had turned out. That meant Adam had to stay in town for the remainder of the day, so he’d made an appointment with his lawyers to go over the amended contract for Bubba and make sure it was ironclad.

  But that was all later. First he had to manage this date, for that’s exactly what it was. Because despite the offer to help Valerie handle her first elevator ride since the fire, he’d also invited her to eat a meal with him. Anyone with the slightest bit of common sense would classify that as a dat
e.

  He was familiar with the building. His grandfather had owned it, and made a killing when he sold it. Adam had grown up hearing about those spectacular financial victories, but that kind of challenge held no interest for him now. Truthfully, it never had.

  Walking inside the tasteful lobby, Adam located the directory and found the law firm of Meacham and Daniels, where Valerie worked. When Adam had been married to Elise, he’d attended social functions with the senior partners, Stan Meacham and Robert Daniels. He’d liked them both. Valerie had chosen a good firm when she’d hired on here.

  He rode the elevator to the fourth floor and listened for any alarming rattles or squeaks in the mechanism. The elevator seemed smooth, and the posted certification said it had been recently checked out. He hoped the damned thing wouldn’t malfunction.

  Thinking about the elevator had distracted him, but once he was walking down a carpeted hallway to the law offices, his chest grew tight. What the hell was he doing? Was he ready for this? He’d tossed the lunch idea out in a moment of insanity when he hadn’t been able to imagine her riding the elevator alone, at least not the first time.

  Now he was committed to an actual date, and most women expected that would be followed by a second date, right? He had no trouble imagining himself in bed with the gorgeous Valerie Wolitzky. He’d fantasized that many times, and his dreams about her had become super erotic. But this dating thing sucked. He was woefully out of practice.

  Too bad. It was game time. He opened the door to the suite of offices and walked over to the receptionist’s desk without hesitation. He wasn’t going to let some cute blonde who didn’t look more than twenty, max, see him sweat.

  “I’m here for Miss Woltizky.”

  She smiled, revealing even white teeth. “You must be Mr. Templeton. If you’ll have a seat, I’ll tell her you’re here.”

  He didn’t want to sit, but pacing the reception area would send the wrong message. So he lowered himself onto a brown leather sofa and picked a magazine from the ones arranged across a glass coffee table. He didn’t bother to look at the title.