that?â
âI was telling Julie girl that thereâs been big changes at the ranch since she was here last.â
âSince sheâs barely been home for the last seven years, I imagine itâs going to seem that way to her.â
âWell, it certainly wasnât the prospect of your charming personality that drew me home, big guy,â Julianne drawled. He slanted a glance her way. The light amusement on her face was a kick in the ego. Sarcasm was wasted on her; she skated right by it. It was one of her more annoying traits.
âAre you planning on showing her around, Jed?â Gabe asked.
Before he could open his mouth, Julianne answered quickly, âIâm just going to wander around by myself, see whatâs new.â
âShe can tag along with me today,â Jed replied. He felt a flicker of satisfaction at the visible start she gave at his words.
Gabe nodded, as if it had been all decided. âWell, I gotta get to work and earn my paycheck.â He winked at Julianne. âSee ya later, wonât I?â
She smiled at the older man, that punch-in-the-gut smile of hers, the one she rarely wasted on Jed. âYou know you will. Can I get in on a game of poker some night?â
Guffawing, Gabe nodded. âYou betcha. Got plenty of new hands since youâve been here last. Theyâll be easy pigeons.â
The sunlight slanted and bounced over her hair whenshe tossed her head back and laughed. âThatâs what I like to hear.â
Jed got a mental image of Julianne in the bunkhouse playing cards with the hands, and for some reason it didnât set well. Sheâd done so in the past, he remembered, when sheâd still been in high school. Before the men had figured out that those batting eyes and sunny smile disguised the soul of a cardsharp, theyâd been cleaned out several times. Cards were the one thing Harley had taken the time to teach his daughter, and she was ruthless. Not to mention being a consummate bluffer. But she wasnât a kid anymore, and some of these hands werenât men sheâd grown up with.
âCâmon,â Jed said abruptly, turning on his heel. âIâll show you our new foaling barn, then weâll take the truck. I need to check on the herd in the north pasture. You can ride along.â
âNo, you go ahead. Iâm just going to poke around on my own.â
He stopped and turned back to her. She slipped her fingertips into the back pockets of her jeans and smiled winningly. With the back of his hand, he pushed up his hat and surveyed her. âItâs not like you to pass up an opportunity to tag along and pester me with a thousand questions.â
She gave a shrug, and her smile never faltered. Only someone who knew her well would have seen the hint of nerves in her eyes, and wondered at it.
His gaze narrowed. He figured he knew Julianne better than most. At least he once had. âLike Gabe said, we made some improvements around here. If you want to know what they are, come with me. Otherwise, get yourself back to the house and stay out of the way.â
Her gold hair swirled as she angled her chin, and hereyes spit sparks. âYou donât give me orders, Jed. You never did.â
The corner of his mouth tilted. Despite any other changes Julianne might have undergone, her temper had remained the same. She flared up as easily as dry twigs in a campfire. âThe way I remember it, I gave plenty of orders. You just didnât follow them.â
âAnd what makes you think anything is different now?â
âEverythingâs different,â he said, suddenly serious.
âIsnât that why you came back?â
Emotion flashed across her face so quickly he couldnât be sure heâd seen it at all. For a moment, he thought sheâd turn away without a word. Then that slow, mocking smile, the one she seemed to reserve especially for him, curved those full lips, and she