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Thunder and stroked the feisty stallion’s neck. “Not today, Devil, I’m afraid. I need to concentrate on other things. But you and I are going out for a ride soon.”

      Being out in the pasture with Grace, he wouldn’t worry about anyone walking in on their private conversation.

      He smiled. His style contrasted with his grandfather’s, who was always oversharing in line at the bank or South Corner Drug & Sundries as if he’d sought the approval of the teller or cashier that day. Big E had never even lied about his schemes, just doled out the truth, no matter the reaction from whoever listened to his latest ploy.

      Should they be more worried about Big E’s whereabouts?

      Not even Pops had any insight to offer about Big E this morning when they’d played chess. Big E wouldn’t have left town without telling someone where he was going, and why.

      Ethan supposed there was a first time for everything. Still, his grandfather hadn’t changed in over seventy-five years. Ethan doubted he’d changed in the last month. Ethan just hadn’t found the one person in town who Big E had confided in.

      Ethan heard the rumble of a car coming down the road. He stepped out of the horse barn and crossed the yard toward the main house. He reached the curved driveway the same time Grace climbed out of her car. Her four-door sedan was economical and practical and suited her.

      Yet there was nothing practical about his reaction to seeing Grace again. He liked that she looked relaxed and comfortable in her jeans and red flannel shirt with rolled sleeves. He liked her blond hair falling around her shoulders, instead of the confining ponytail, and her welcoming smile a little too much. And that didn’t suit him at all. Suddenly, he was impatient to get on a horse and ride, preferably without Grace.

      But they needed to talk. “I have to head out to the south pasture before nightfall.”

      Grace pointed at the main house. “I can get to work in Big E’s office while you do that.”

      “I thought we could saddle Faith Blue and Dewey, and ride out together.” Ethan tracked the sun in the sky and calculated how much daylight remained. “We can talk on the way.”

      “I’m not sure...”

      “Katie doesn’t know the exact financial distress the ranch is facing and I’d like to keep it like that. I don’t want to worry her more. Between the new tractor, petting zoo arrivals and my own strained credit cards, it’s looking rather bleak. Not to mention, Big E has another bank account that none of us have authority to use.”

      From the flurry of pricey renovations inside the main house, Ethan assumed Zoe had had full access to every penny. Too bad he couldn’t get refunds on the bubble-gum paint and crystal chandeliers she’d hung in every bathroom inside his childhood home. He’d probably have enough cash to run the ranch for a month.

      Grace asked, “But Katie knows I’m helping with the books, right?”

      “Yes.”

      “Then she won’t question my being in Big E’s office.” Grace straightened the cuffs on her flannel sleeves as if she needed to put herself back together. “Besides, I’d rather not ride.”

      It was easier to let her escape into the office. Easier to ride out to the south pasture alone. But then he’d spend the rest of the night questioning his own cowardice. The Blackwell men had been raised to be fearless and brave. He was already a coward for not having spoken frankly to Grace about their night together.

      The solution was simple. He turned his baseball cap backward and concentrated on Grace like a starting pitcher with a no-hitter at the bottom of the ninth inning and the MVP batter at the plate. “You’ve been cooped up at a desk all day. What do you mean you don’t want to ride? You were practically born in a saddle and barely left it as a kid.”

      “That was a long time ago.” Grace stubbed the toe of her boot into the gravel and avoided looking at him.

      “But you still ride.” He clamped his teeth together, but too late.

      Her head snapped up and her gaze centered on him. “How do you know that?”

      He knew because he’d followed her posts on social media. He’d seen the picture of her at the horse show in Bozeman last month. Her wide smile couldn’t contain all her joy in that one picture, and whenever he looked at it, he smiled too. He hadn’t seen that kind of happiness in her since he’d returned home. Not that her happiness was actually due to him in any way.

      He shifted his weight and shrugged. “Just guessing. You always had a passion for horses. You spent most of your weekends at shows in high school.”

      She eyed him suspiciously. “You were too busy with Sarah Ashley to know where I was in high school.”

      Sarah Ashley had spent her weekends with her girlfriends mostly. Ethan had definitely not been with her. When he’d needed a break from the ranch, he’d escaped to Brewster’s. Frank and Pops usually had something they needed hauling or lifting. And Grace’s mother most often had homemade cookies or a pie she’d insist he try. When Grandma Brewster had been alive, she’d fill him up on freshly squeezed lemonade.

      The Gardners had always welcomed him, anytime, any day. Someone usually let slip Grace’s success at the weekend’s horse show or commented on her growing award shelf. He wondered if Grace knew how proud her parents and grandparents were of her. He wondered if she knew how lucky she’d been to have all their love for so many years. “As our high school years are firmly in the past, let’s concentrate on the now and take a ride together.”

      “The sun is already setting and I’m not as familiar with the terrain out there as you are.” Grace opened her passenger car door and pulled out a jacket. “The ATV would probably be faster. We can get to work in the office sooner.”

      Ethan nodded, preferring even the ATV to the house. The ATV put her right beside him. She wouldn’t have to strain to hear him, but he’d be stuck next to her. If he struggled to find the right words, he couldn’t simply gallop ahead and collect himself. Still, he loaded the ATV and motioned for Grace to climb in.

      Ethan guided the ATV around several potholes and waited until the trail evened out enough to not rattle his voice. He wanted to get this apology out the first time. Now seemed as good a time as any. But “sorry” never slipped past his lips; instead, he blurted out, “Why did you just leave a note that night?”

      Ethan hit a bump. But not a large enough one to knock logic back into his thoughts.

      Grace’s shoulder tapped against his. “I didn’t want it to be awkward.”

      But it was awkward. Perhaps more so because they hadn’t said goodbye at the time. Worse, he’d never called her afterward.

      She rushed on and filled the silence before awkwardness became a third passenger. “We’re both adults. Both knew what that night was.”

      He thought he knew. Now he wasn’t so sure. “What was that night?”

      “You’re going to make me say it?” Grace’s voice pitched high despite the wind. “Certainly, you’ve had one-night stands before.”

      Maybe he had, but his past wasn’t the topic of discussion. The only one-nighter that concerned him now was theirs. He’d doubted Grace had ever had a one-night fling. And if that was true, how could she be so cavalier about their evening together? Hadn’t it meant anything to her?

      He rubbed his chest, digging his knuckles into his ribs. He should be celebrating that Grace wasn’t into messy emotions and long-term commitments. “That’s all it was to you?” he asked.

      “Was it something more to you?” Her tone was cautious as if she’d hesitated to voice the thought.

      He slowed the ATV near the broken fence and twisted to look at her. Her gaze locked on to his, making him want to rub his chest again. She wanted his answer. Yet there was no right answer and he’d paused too long.

      Grace

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