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nothing had happened. She and the baby were fine. Pebbles erupted in angry little spurts under her boots as she stomped off toward her office.

      Who did he think he was? He and her cousin Max had come to her for help a few months ago, not the other way around. This was her life’s work, for Pete’s sake! Lost in a spiteful exchange that was only in her head, she was suddenly aware he had followed when her office door banged with enough force to rattle the windows.

      “While we’re on it,” he said, striding up to her desk, “that goes for riding, too. Till after the baby is born.”

      Skylar stopped like a slap and turned slowly to face him. “What?”

      He leaned back, folding his arms.

      “Zack, I can handle horses. I’ve been riding since I could walk.”

      “I ride, too,” he said evenly. “When’s the last time a horse shied on you?”

      Her lips parted with a scathing retort. Like a flash, the remembered pain of being dumped unceremoniously on her rear end a few months ago sent the retort up in a puff of smoke. Her hand crept behind herand she gave her backside a quick rub. Roscoe, her ancient gelding, had never liked surprises and a well-camouflaged snake slithering over a log certainly surprised him that day.

      Skylar’s shoulders slumped and she gave the unkempt surface of her desk a thorough scrutiny. She was honest enough to admit to receiving her fair share of bruises, even broken bones, over the years from shying horses.

      With a downcast face, she saw Zack’s fingers relax a little where they curled around his biceps.

      Skylar sank down into her chair. “Is this what it’s going to be like?” she asked quietly.

      There was no answer, forcing her to look up.

      “Demanding this…demanding that?”

      “Horses are unpredictable.”

      “I meant you. Not asking. Not talking, just…”

      “Where the safety of the baby is concerned, yes.” He punctuated that with a nod, then unfolded his arms and sat. “I’m still learning but you showed me your system in January. With your supervision, from here—” he waved a hand around her office “—and Bob in charge, me and the boys will keep things running smoothly.”

      “We’re still covering most days. The summer mares are arriving and there are still half a dozen late foals to come.”

      “Well, it’ll be good practice for me when we kick off in our spring.” His tone and gaze did not waver. “Skylar, this is difficult for both of us.”

      She nodded sullenly, tapping her desk.

      “We need to spend time together, get to know each other. That means I’ll be here every day under your feet. It would be easier if you’d give us a chance.”

      Irritated by her tapping fingers, she twisted her hands together. “I don’t like being given orders.”

      “I’m not an unreasonable man. I’ll listen to your arguments and concerns. But I won’t let you take any chances with our baby.”

      Our baby. He was right, she supposed. This life inside her was precious and fragile, and although she’d like to tell him to mind his own business, this was his business.

      She rocked forward, still clasping her hands together. “I guess I can understand that.”

      There was a long silence while she swallowed her resentment, let her mind concede that his requests and demands were not so unreasonable. She had already relinquished a lot of her more physical workload over the last weeks in deference to her pregnancy.

      “You look good, Skylar. Are you?”

      She nodded. Now that the morning sickness had passed, she felt energized by a feeling of well-being and good health. Her mouth softened, remembering yesterday’s ride on Roscoe down by the lake. She’d dropped the reins and just buried her face in his mane, arms around his neck, chattering like a moron. Just because she needed to share the exhilaration, the burgeoning love for this tiny life inside, even if it was just with an old horse.

      Could she share with him, the father of her baby? Skylar wanted to, but she didn’t know how to take this grim stranger. He was so different from the attentive, respectful man she had fallen for a few months ago.

      Zack’s impending return had filled her with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Would a week see him reconciled to the pregnancy, more reasonable about his insistence on marriage to a virtual stranger?

      If today was anything to go by, she was inclined to think not.

      Zack arched his spine, acknowledging his body’s exhaustion. He’d crossed umpteen time zones in the last week between the States, New Zealand and Australia and then back to the States. There were arrangements to make for an indefinite absence from his substantial franchise conglomerate. Luckily his wine-maker had completed harvesting in Zack’s absence and there wasn’t much going on at the new stud right now as the foaling and breeding seasons were the opposite of the northern hemisphere. Managing the weanlings comprised the main business at this time of year.

      He looked down at his three-hundred-dollar shirt and the expensive suit pants that were now streaked with horse sweat and dust. It was fair to say it hadn’t been a good week.

      The rage seeped away but there was enough residue to narrow his eyes when he looked at her. It would take a while to get over seeing the expectant mother of his baby walking up to twelve hundred pounds of loose and agitated horseflesh.

      But she did look good, more magnificently pregnant than a week ago. There was no mistaking it now.

      A wave of fatigue made him light-headed. Every muscle, every sinew, had jumped to attention and been stretched to the limit. It was adrenaline, jet lag and a measure of stress. He was dead on his feet.

      “The doctors are happy?” It was an effort to un-clench his jaw.

      She nodded, relaxing a little.

      “How did your family take the news?”

      Skylar sucked on her bottom lip gently then released it with a small smacking noise. “With varying degrees of amazement.”

      That’s what her brother had told him when he phoned two days ago. Zack respected Blake’s directness. He was almost friendly once satisfied of Zack’s intention to marry his sister and that he had no interest in milking the family’s coffers. He even suggested they double up, as he and his fiancée, Sasha, were planning a winter wedding.

      Blake had also warned him to tread carefully with Trina, his and Skylar’s mother. Apparently she liked to meddle in the Fortune’s affairs, even to the extent of supplying the tabloids with false information about her own children.

      “What about yours?” Skylar asked.

      His head raised. The jury was still out on how much to divulge about a rather unusual family situation with his soon-to-be wife. “Surprised,” he told her. “But increasingly happy about becoming a granddad.”

      She looked as if she expected more. Less was more, especially concerning his father. “He’s not in the picture much.”

      “Is your mother…”

      Zack nodded. “She died four years ago after a long illness.” He paused, watching her face carefully. “They hadn’t been together for some time.” What would she feel about that? Skylar Fortune was, after all, a horse breeder. Lineage was important to her, although her own parents did not have a great track record in that respect.

      He found only honest curiosity there. Her clear skin and eyes, the slight parting of her wide, shapely lips had him struggling to believe what Blake had let slip on the phone. It was an innocent enough comment, but it confirmed Zack’s suspicions that he was set up four months ago at the wedding. Set up for seduction by this innocent-looking woman.

      Why?

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