MILLIONAIRE'S SHOT: Second Chance Romance Read Online Free

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    She could hear Gramps’ voice now. Luckily it wasn’t too loud, so obviously he was doing his best to be diplomatic. He was speaking to a tall dark-haired man in white pants and a turquoise shirt. An attentive groom rushed up and passed the man a bottle of water.
    Her grandfather shot her a relieved smile as she approached. “This is Santiago,” he said, making the introductions. “And this is my granddaughter, Cassie. She used to play polo. Now she trains riders and horses for the movies.”
    “If you turn out horses as well as your grandfather,” Santiago said, flashing her a polite smile, “they are lucky to have you.” He took a swig of water and looked back at her grandfather. “I intended to ride your mare today but we had to shuffle some horses at the last minute.”
    “But you’ll give Ginger a try in next week’s game?” Gramps asked.
    “Yes,” Santiago said. “Rachel no longer wants to ride her so that won’t be a problem.”
    “Good,” Gramps said, blowing out a sigh of relief. “Because we both know the mare is much better than what people saw today. It’s unfortunate she fell off.”
    Santiago gave a diplomatic smile. His eyes cut beyond her grandfather and his teeth flashed even whiter. It was the type of dazzling smile that movie stars perfected. Cassie had developed a knack for assessing genuine emotion and she sensed right away this man was a master at turning on the charm. He was focused on impressing someone…but obviously not them.
    She followed his gaze, looking past the muscled hindquarters of the line of polo ponies, past the smell of boot polish and horse sweat and saddle soap. The excited chatter faded away. And she could only stare.
    Rachel Sutherland must have changed her clothes because despite her tumble to the grass, her white pants were immaculate. So was her face. Her figure. Her hair. She hadn’t turned fat or ugly. In fact, she looked exactly the same. If Ralph Lauren needed a glamorous female polo model, she definitely ticked all the boxes. No wonder Alex had chosen her.
    Cassie jerked her head away. She didn’t see Alex. Nor did she want to. She just wanted to escape these beautiful people and go home with her grandfather and figure out the best way to help him retire. A way that would ensure they’d never have to live apart again.
    Next week Santiago would ride their mare and Ginger would have a brilliant game and then the college would buy Gramps’ horses and he could finally shed his responsibility. He’d never been away from his barn for more than a weekend. Had never even had a real vacation.
    He’d enjoy hanging out with her on the movie set. He’d still be involved with horses but he wouldn’t have to worry about his next customer. Wouldn’t have to get up every morning wondering if a horse would sell in time to pay the feed bill. That freedom alone would ease his stress.
    Her boss was always looking for experienced horsemen. They could compare training methods and talk about animals they’d trained and she’d no longer ache to be closer to Gramps. They’d be able to make a real home again and they’d both grow to love California. She opened her hands, determinedly pressing her sweaty palms against her jeans.
    “Mr. Edwards? Jake Edwards?”
    The voice behind them was imperious, with a slight New York accent, almost exactly as Cassie remembered. She swallowed and turned, wondering if Rachel would even recognize her.
    But the stunning woman standing in front of them stared only at Gramps. “I want to advise you that our committee will be sending official notice,” Rachel said. “Your mare is dangerous. Totally unsuitable for this game. She shouldn’t be allowed to step foot on any polo field.”
    “I’ll give his mare another chance next week,” Santiago said quickly. “She might have been a little off today.”
    “Absolutely not,” Rachel said, her cold eyes still locked on Gramps. “She almost killed me. You must take her