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also under Jake’s watchful eye. This can be done at any time—”
    Sara’s hand cut him off.
    “My goodness, I have a feeling Sara didn’t hear the rumors.” Dan’s eyes twinkled as he looked at Sara. He seemed to expect some sort of reply.
    As heads started turning toward her, she stammered out, “Oh, uh…” She cleared her throat. “I just want to learn all I can, and it seems like everyone else beat me to it for the other stuff…”
    “Right you are. You have to start somewhere.” Dan jotted her name down. “And Jake knows all the ins and outs. He’s the best. Okay, next…”
    “You are so going to regret that,” Christie commented as Sara scribbled her new duty down. “Why is Mike staring at you?”
    Christie nudged Sara, making Sara’s “t” slice across the page. She sighed and glanced up, following Christie’s gaze. The man looking at her was a few years older, with beautiful eyes the color of spun honey. In a confident stance oozing rugged assurance, he had a chiseled face that seemed vaguely familiar, as if she’d seen him in passing but never met him. His broad shoulders stretched his shirt to the point of comedy, showing his defined chest and only letting up as it flowed over his trim stomach. Triangle was right—he was a stack of muscle.
    Sara shrugged, looking down at her schedule. She’d only been in Montana half a day and had met less than a handful of people. She didn’t know him from any of the other triangle boys, and she had no desire to go chasing a pretty face. “I wonder if the leather work will get me horse-riding lessons. The fence thing means I get to ride the horses, but that’s no good unless someone shows me how first…”
    “Okay, that’s it for volunteers,” Dan said, folding his paper and clipping it to his clipboard. “Cooking staff, head in. We’ll have dinner at the fire pit.”
    “Shoot, I only got those two things.” Sara crinkled her schedule as she tucked it into her back pocket.
    “Trust me, those two classes will seem like five! Oh my God …” Christie’s fingers wrapped around Sara’s wrist. “Don’t freak out!”
    Sara started and looked up quickly, expecting some sort of emergency. Instead, her gaze met a wide expanse of muscular shoulder. “Why? What’s happenin—”
    “Hi, Mike,” Christie said, yanking on Sara’s wrist to make her step closer.
    In confusion, Sara tilted her face upward and met that spun-honey gaze she’d seen a moment ago.
    “How are you?” Christie asked.
    The fingertips digging holes in Sara’s arm were starting to hurt.
    Mike’s gaze flicked toward Christie. He nodded before his focus settled back on Sara a moment later. “Sara Michaels, right?”
    “Um, yes?” she answered hesitantly.
    He stared expectantly.
    Her eyebrows rose slowly. Was she supposed to recognize him, somehow?
    Taking his extended pause as a yes, she scanned his vaguely familiar face. High cheekbones and a narrow nose adorned his handsome appearance. The color of his eyes was even more spectacular up close, with bursts of browns, hazel, and flecks of green wrapped in lush black lashes. Completing the tableau was a strange sort of command in his bearing—dominance, almost—with a hint of arrogance that often came from a silver spoon and a lingering case of Huge-Bank-Account-Itis.
    She shook her head. “Sorry, I don’t think I know you…”
    “I’m Mikey Frost,” he said. “Jack’s son. We grew up together…”
    Her brow furrowed as she made sense of those names.
    “Mikey Frost…” she whispered, calling up the face of the boy in the back of his parents’ car, waving as he drove away.
    She looked at the man in front of her again, struggling to wipe away the haze of memory. With difficulty, she placed the handsome, chiseled face over that of the pudgy boy’s from her memories. Those same eyes looked at her.
    A thrill ran through her. “No way,” she breathed. Emotions, long forgotten, bubbled up out of nowhere.