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money at a problem, like I usually do.”
    Her candor surprised him, her words spoken with a heavy dose
of self-directed scorn. “Delta, I appreciate the honesty, but no matter why
you’re here, it’s something so unexpected.” He paused to find the right words.
“Besides my friends on the fire crew, no one has ever done anything like this
for me.” Emotion welled in his chest. “Thank you. Really, I’m overwhelmed.”
    She turned to look at him, and her eyes misted over. “You’re
welcome. But reserve judgement until you see how I do with those horses.”
    He smiled and gestured to her chair. “Let’s eat then we’ll
go out and see what you can do with a barn full of cayuses.”
    A watery smile curved her lips. “Cayuses?” She gave a quick
laugh. “You Texans use such interesting words.” She held a pain pill to his
lips then lifted his glass for him.
    He took the pill as he let his eyes wander over her face,
and his mind wander into the future. What would she be like in bed? The wild
child he’d read so much about? Or the caring, concerned woman he’d seen the
last few hours. A mix of both would be hot. Real effen’ hot.
    Delta moved around the island and took her seat next to him.
“And we’d better do the horses fast before that pill hits you, ‘cause I’ll want
you to stay in bed for the rest of the day.”
    Her words caused a flood of lust to race to his cock.
“Delta, darlin’, how could I ever refuse a command like that?”
    She paused a moment, then broke out in laughter, her sweet
voice rising to the rafters.
    He knew right then he’d already lost half his heart.

 
     
    Chapter Three
    Treven could barely stay on his feet in the barn, exhaustion
and pain rendering him nearly useless, but he liked that Delta picked up the
list of chores quickly. She’d actually brought a pen and paper and had taken
notes on everything.
    They trudged back toward the house as he recited emergency
phone numbers, Clint and Rex’s numbers if she needed help with any of the
heavier chores, and a couple of additional tasks for her to do.
    When he hit his bed, it took less than a minute for him to
fall asleep. When he woke, in the exact same position, the room was dark. The
sun had set. Delta had been right, he needed the sleep. If she’d only come and
lay next to him, this would have been the best day of his life.
    He padded down the hall. The kitchen was clean, just the
under-counter lights on, but an amazing smell emitted from the crock pot on the
counter. If he could figure out how to get the lid off and spoon some into his
mouth, he’d be all set.
    Quiet, feminine laughter came from the living room.
    He headed that direction. Delta sat on the couch in a pair
of shorts and a T-shirt, headphones over her ears, and a tablet in her lap. She
looked so young, so carefree, but he knew she had a heavy load on her
shoulders.
    Not only had she taken on the burden of her legendary
father’s racing team, she’d become a major player in the Pennington Racing
Company, living like a nomad most of the year with no family, just a pit crew.
    Spotting him, she pulled off the headphones and stood. “Hi.
How are you feeling?”
    The outfit must be her pajamas. A little too short for
public consumption, the shirt bared her belly and cupped the round globes of
her breasts. Treven’s mouth watered.
    “Hungry?” She stepped toward him.
    He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her
senseless. Damn, why hadn’t he thought to brush his teeth, use mouthwash? Hell,
with his hands like this, he couldn’t do any of those.
    “Yeah, I’m hungry.” In his underwear, a hard one formed. He
turned toward the mammoth television sitting dark in the corner. “You don’t
like a big screen?”
    Brushing past him, she shrugged one shoulder. “I didn’t want
to risk waking you.”
    He followed her into the kitchen, admiring the way her nice
ass wiggled in those shorts. “I was pretty much dead in there.”
    She flipped