by Elle James
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Megan clung to Daniel.
Rider had been just as spooked by Halo’s behavior as she had been. In his mad dash to catch up to the other horse, he was ignoring Daniel’s one-handed attempt to bring him under control.
She was deadweight on Daniel. If she could get her leg around to the back... Swinging her leg behind her, she couldn’t quite reach the back without Daniel losing his grip on her. The front was closer and had a better angle.
“Whoa!” Daniel yelled at the crazed horse.
Megan made the decision to go for the front. She looped her leg over the saddle horn and straddled Daniel’s lap, facing him.
Daniel immediately released her and reached around her to take the reins in both hands.
Trying to make herself as small as possible, Megan pressed her face into his chest so that he could see over her. Daniel’s thighs tensed beneath her as he dug his heels into the stirrups and pulled back hard on the reins. Rider slowed, whinnying his protest, as he settled into an agitated trot.
Daniel let off on the reins just a little.
Rider took that as an invitation to leap forward. He was instantly brought back by a sharp tug on the reins.
The horse reared.
Daniel leaned forward, his chest pressing into Megan’s, his breath stirring the loose hair at her temples.
Her pulse hammered in her veins, but she kept her cool and held on until Rider stamped to a complete stop, pawing at the dirt.
When she was certain Daniel had the horse settled, she lifted her head, her face inches from Daniel’s. Adrenaline spiking through her system, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, she was hyperaware of every point of contact between her body and his, from her legs resting on his muscular thighs to her chest pressed against the hardened planes of his. She could barely breathe.
His arms still around her, holding on to the reins, Daniel breathed out a long sigh. “You had me scared.”
Megan let go of a nervous laugh. “You? I could do nothing to stop her. That was stupid of me to let go of the reins.” The wind lifted her hair and blew it across her face. Before she could shove it behind her ear, Daniel reached out and did it for her.
“You couldn’t have known Halo was going to take off like she did.” Daniel’s fingers curled the hair behind her ear, and he dragged the backs of his knuckles across her face, tracing a line from her ear to her jaw. “Watching her fly off like that with you on her back the reins dangling...”
Mesmerized by his gentle touch, Megan couldn’t move away, nor did she want to. Daniel had never made a pass at her, nor had he indicated any attraction toward her in the four months she’d worked for him. Oh, but she’d been attracted to him from the day they met, when she’d interviewed for the job of his assistant.
Now, with her heart racing for an entirely different reason, her breath lodged in her throat and held as she waited for him to make the next move.
Daniel’s gaze shifted to her mouth. He cupped her cheek, and his thumb brushed across her lips. “You don’t need makeup.”
“My mother would disagree. She hates my freckles,” Megan whispered, her breath mingling with his.
“I think they are one of your best features.” He leaned forward and touched her freckled nose with his lips.
Megan’s eyes widened. Had he just kissed her? Was she dreaming? Her lips tingled in hopeful anticipation of a kiss that met her mouth, not her nose. She swept her tongue across her suddenly dry lips, and she stared up into his eyes.
Daniel’s thumb brushed her lips again. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“This.” He leaned forward and touched his mouth to hers, his tongue sweeping across the seam of her lips.
She opened to him as naturally as a morning glory opened to the sun. Her hands curled into his shirt, dragging him closer.
Daniel crushed her to him, his arms tightening around her. His tongue slipped past her teeth, claiming her in a long, sensual kiss that made her blood burn a path all the way to her core.
When at last he raised his head, he stared down at her as if seeing her for the first time.
Suddenly she felt shy. Her cheeks heated and she stammered, “Thanks for coming to my rescue.”
Her words seemed to shake him out of his trance, his body stiffening. “Right. You’re welcome.” He glanced away, looking anywhere but at her. “I’d have done it for anyone.”
He could have stuck a pin in her ego, as deflated as she felt after that incredible kiss and then his complete brush-off. A rush of adrenaline-induced anger made her back straighten. She was sitting in his lap, for heaven’s sake, and there was no mistaking his obvious attraction to her pressing against her.
“Here, let me help you down.” He gripped her arms and started to lift her off him.
Megan’s arms slipped around his neck, refusing to let him dislodge her from his lap. Damn it. She didn’t want down. Where she sat was exactly where she’d ached to be for so long. She wanted to scream with frustration that he now seemed determined to put her back in her place.
Megan tilted her chin in challenge. “I know you would have rescued anyone. That’s the kind of person you are. But would you have kissed anyone like you just kissed me?”
Chapter 2
Daniel helped Megan slide around him to ride double behind him. Then he turned back for the barn.
“Aren’t we going after Halo?” she asked.
“We’re closer to the barn. I’ll come back to get her when she’s had time to calm down.”
All he got from Megan was a soft snort. He could feel her anger and was torn between regret and relief. She was his employee. He had no right to kiss her like he had. Instead of holding around his waist, she gripped the rim of the saddle’s seat and didn’t say a word.
Her silence made Daniel’s gut knot. This was the reason he didn’t mix business with pleasure. And holy hell, it had been all pleasure, the feel of Megan’s lips on his, her body pressed tightly to his. But when you crossed the line, you couldn’t go back. The easy camaraderie they’d had before the kiss might be gone for good.
Jack, the oldest of Daniel’s half siblings, and his younger brother Brett stood by the barn, sunlight glinting off their dark brown hair. They draped their arms over the wooden fence rail, their brows rising when Rider turned, revealing Megan behind Daniel.
Jack frowned. “Run into trouble?”
A grin split Brett’s face. “Or creating some of your own?”
Daniel glared at Brett.
As soon as they reached the barn, Megan slid off the horse’s rump, her cheeks bright pink. “I’ll go look for Halo,” she said, turning toward the barn to find another horse.
“Don’t worry about her. Jack and Brett can saddle up and help me go after her.”
“Fine.” Megan, her face averted, ran for the barn.
Brett’s smile disappeared. “What happened?”
“Something spooked Halo.”
His younger brother’s gaze followed Megan. “Not the horse. Megan. What happened with Megan?” He faced Daniel.
Heat suffused Daniel’s cheeks and spread all the way out to his ears. “When the horse bolted with Megan, I pulled her off. She rode back with me. That’s all.” He narrowed his eyes, willing his brothers to stop with the inquisition about Megan. “What did you think happened?”
Brett’s mouth twisted. “I don’t know, but Megan just ran off like a scalded cat.”
Daniel blew out a breath. “The point is, Halo spooked and nearly hurt Megan.”
Jack’s brows drew together. “That’s not like her. Halo’s one of our gentlest mares.”
“I know. All the more reason to bring her back and find out what’s wrong with her.” Daniel looked from Jack to Brett. “Are you coming or not?”
Brett spun and trotted toward the barn. “It’ll just take us a minute to saddle up.”
Daniel dismounted and led Rider to the watering trough, watching through his peripheral vision for Megan to emerge from the barn.
By the time his brothers had captured and saddled their horses, Megan still hadn’t come out of the barn. Daniel knew it had been a mistake to kiss her. Now she was too embarrassed to come out while he was still around. She was the best assistant he’d had. Okay, so she was the only assistant he’d had. Now that his breeding program was doing well, he needed all the help he could get.
Megan was smart, computer savvy and great with the horses. He hoped she didn’t quit because of one little kiss. One completely soul-defining, world-shattering kiss.
Daniel groaned.
“Got a bellyache?” Brett asked, leading his bay gelding out of the barn, followed by Jack.
“No, just thinking.”
Jack swung up on his horse, carrying a lasso in his right hand and reining with the left. “Thinking these designer horses aren’t the way to go after all?”
“No, not at all.” Daniel had put a lot of thought, planning, research and sweat into the horse-breeding program, and it was just beginning to pay off. He wasn’t giving up now.
“I told you, Jack,” Brett said. “With Daniel’s eye for excellent breeding stock and Megan’s record-keeping capabilities, we’re finally starting to take off. It won’t be long before the Lucky C becomes a household name in progressive horse-breeding programs.”
Daniel’s chest swelled. “I’m determined to continue that progressive trend. Has Big J considered my proposal to purchase semen from the Kennedy Farms?”
“He’s thinking about it. You already know how I feel,” Jack said. “The Lucky C is a cattle ranch. We’ve always run cattle. The horses should be secondary, for running the cattle, not breeding.”
Daniel respected his older brother’s ability to manage a ranch the size of the Lucky C and his love and determination to protect his family. But the man was pragmatic and often slow to change. In order to let loose of the funding to purchase the semen needed to move their program forward, Daniel would have to convince both his father and his older brother it would be worth the investment.
“Come on, Jack,” Brett said, nudging his horse to catch up with Jack’s. “Daniel’s already got other breeders looking at the Lucky C lines. He knows what he’s doing, and it doesn’t hurt to diversify our holdings.”
“Yeah, well, we don’t even know if the Kennedys will sell to us.” Jack shot a glance at Daniel. “What’s the latest?”
“They are all about the pedigree,” Daniel said. “They hand-select the programs they want to contribute to.”
“You have some of the best horses in the country,” Brett noted. “Why wouldn’t they want to add to your lines?”
Daniel snorted. “Their pedigree requirement extends to family and heritage.”
“So? The Coltons are full of family and heritage. You think they might not sell to us because of family?” Jack’s brows dipped. “I’ll bet the Lucky C Ranch has been in the Colton family as long if not longer than the Kennedys have owned their ranch.”
“Yeah, but I’m the one running the horse-breeding program here. I’m the main contact,” Daniel reminded him.
“And?”
“Well, I’m not exactly a blue blood or a purebred.”
Jack reined his horse to a stop. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Yeah, what are you saying?” Brett reiterated. “You’re just as much a Colton as the rest of us.”
“I’m the bastard,” Daniel said, his tone flat.
“That’s not how we see it,” Brett said.
Jack, Brett, Ryan and Greta had always treated him as one of the family, even though Daniel’s stepmother had resented the fact that Big J brought him to live with them when his own mother had died.
Abra hated Daniel. She hated that Big J had an affair with the nanny when Abra had been halfway around the world on another one of her trips. The woman couldn’t stand to be around her own kids. They made her nervous.
Daniel’s mother, full-blood Cherokee, had left the Lucky C when she discovered she was pregnant with Big J’s child. She’d returned to the reservation, where she’d instilled in Daniel pride in his Cherokee heritage and the love of horses.
“You’re as much a Colton as the rest of us,” Jack said.
Brett snarled. “If anyone says differently, they can take it up with all of us.”
“Not everyone sees things the way you, Ryan and Greta do,” Daniel assured them. But his heart warmed at the conviction in his brothers’ tones.
When he’d come to live with them at only ten years old, he’d thought he’d be miserable, losing the mother he loved and moving in with a father he barely knew. He figured on staying until he was old enough to leave home.
And here he was twenty years later. He no longer lived at the big house, having moved out when he finished college. Now he lived in the cozy two-bedroom cabin close to the breeding barn. It was small but enough for a bachelor and away from his stepmother.
“There she is,” Jack called out, pulling Daniel back to the task at hand.
Halo stood in the middle of the pasture, pawing at the ground.
As they neared, she reared and whinnied.
Rider answered, sidestepping nervously.
“She’s all wound up,” Brett muttered. “Did she get hold of some bad feed?”
“No telling. But whatever is bothering her isn’t normal.” Daniel nudged Rider forward.
“Let’s go get her.” Jack lifted his lasso and urged his mount forward.
Daniel rode up to the mare. With only twenty yards between them, the mare bolted and ran. Rider quickly caught up to her on one side. Jack’s horse swung to the opposite side as he tossed the lasso, his aim true. The rope circled the mare’s neck.
Jack tied off on the saddle horn and slowed his horse by pulling on the reins.
Halo pulled against the rope around her neck, tossing her head, dancing sideways to avoid Jack. Daniel was on the other side. He reached over and grabbed her reins.
Between Jack and Daniel, they slowed the mare to a halt. Her chest heaved, her sleek cream-colored coat was slick with sweat and her eyes rolled, showing the crazed whites.
“Need a hand there?” Brett called out, riding nearby in case the horse broke free.
“We have her.”
The two Coltons led the horse back toward the barn, Daniel speaking to her softly, trying to soothe her.
Brett was first off his horse. He took over for the other two and held the horse’s reins.
When Jack loosened his hold on the lasso, Halo tried to rear, but Brett held tight, pulling her head down.
“You’re right,” Brett said, straining to hold on to the horse. “Something isn’t right with her.”
“Let’s get her into the squeeze chute. I want to take a blood sample.” Daniel dismounted and led Rider into the barn, tying him off to a post before helping Brett get Halo into the chute.
Jack backed away. “If you two can handle this, I’ll take care of the other horses.”
“We have it,” Daniel assured him. “All I need is a syringe—”
Megan appeared, carrying a syringe and a couple of cotton balls soaked in rubbing alcohol.
Daniel breathed a sigh, happy that she hadn’t decided to quit because of his indiscretion.
“Daniel keeps telling us how efficient you are,” Brett teased. “Now you’re a mind reader?”
Megan shook her head. “It’s logic. Halo wasn’t acting herself. There has to be a reason.”
Brett and Daniel held Halo’s head while Megan swabbed the horse’s neck, felt for the jugular and sl
id in the needle.
Halo jerked, but the men held her steady while Megan pulled the plunger, filling the syringe. She removed the needle, swabbed the injection site and massaged it for a moment. “I’ll put this in a tube and drop it off at the vet pathology lab in Tulsa on my way home.”
“Better leave now if you want to catch them before they close for the day.”
“Will do.” Megan hurried back into the barn with the syringe without making eye contact with Daniel. She’d always been open and smiling around him.
Daniel could have kicked himself for ruining everything. He wouldn’t have been surprised in the least if she came in the next day with her resignation. “Can you take over with Halo?”
“Sure.” Brett gripped the mare’s bridle and backed her out of the chute.
Daniel ran into the barn, where Jack had tied off his and Brett’s mounts beside Rider. He was in the process of removing the last saddle.
Megan was nowhere in sight.
Jack shook his head. “She’s in the office.”
Without a word, Daniel entered the office.
Megan was at the desk they shared in the cramped space, transferring the blood from the syringe into a tube. “Is there anything else you need dropped at the lab?” Megan reached for a padded envelope and dropped the tube inside.
“No. Just that.” Daniel rubbed his sweaty palms down the front of his jeans. “Megan, I want to apologize.”
Megan’s cheeks reddened. “Don’t.”
“I’m afraid my actions might have given you the wrong idea.”
Her head jerked up and she stared straight into his eyes. “Are you going to tell me that you kissed me by accident? Or that it was a huge mistake?”
“No. I mean, yes.” He bit down on his tongue to keep from saying something stupid.
“Save your breath, Daniel.” She crossed the room with the package in her hand. Her jaw was set, lips pressed into a thin line. “I agree. The kiss was a big mistake.”
He let go of the breath he’d been holding, but the tightness in his chest didn’t loosen. Though he thought the kiss was a mistake, he hadn’t known how he’d feel to hear her echo his thoughts. Had the kiss meant nothing to her?
