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trailer’s ready,” she retorted.

      “He has a point,” said Dan, the fireman holding the rope next to her. “This is a job for someone with more upper-body strength.”

      Frustration twisted inside her, and she passed the rope to one of the other firemen. “I’ll back the trailer a few feet closer.”

      “Good idea,” Dan said. “We’re going to need to get her inside as soon as possible.”

      The wind sliced like a vicious whip, and sleet pelted her down jacket like tiny needles of ice. Gwen climbed into the truck and started the engine, then backed up a few feet until she heard one of the men yell. She exited the truck and checked the trailer again.

      Luc waved for her to come to him. “Here,” he said, taking a digital camera from his pocket.

      “What?” she asked in dismay. “You want me to take pictures?”

      “No, I want you to shoot video,” he said. “Stand over there,” he said. “The light will be better.”

      “Have you lost your mind?”

      “No,” he said. “Trust me. You’ll thank me later. Shoot the video. Press this button when I tell you to start.”

      “This is ridiculous. I need to be helping that horse the second she gets out of the pond.”

      “We’re going to take her straight into the trailer. There’s nothing else you can do. This will be great PR for your cause.”

      She tasted the bitter flavor of cynicism in the back of her throat. “PR,” she said in disgust. “I should have known. You have a one-track mind.”

      His eyes turned cold as the ice surrounding them. “PR is what will bring in the donations you need if you’re going to continue to rescue these horses.” He shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

      “Hoo,” the man in the water called. “She’s on the move. This could be it.”

      Conflicted by Luc’s comments, Gwen stepped aside, watching the mare thrash toward shore.

      “Now,” Luc called and Gwen pushed the button for recording video. With her heart pounding at the mare’s distress, it took everything inside her to focus on the drama unfolding before her.

      The mare stumbled and the men struggled to get her back on her feet. Her mouth dipped into the freezing water, and Gwen’s heart stopped.

      Luc gently tugged the rope and spoke to the mare in a deep coaxing voice. “C’mon, baby, you can do it. Just a little more. We’re gonna take care of you.”

      The mare dipped her mouth into the water again, then lifted it and shook her head. With a surge of energy and a synergy that was nearly mystical, the horse moved forward, Luc pulled and the fireman in the water pushed.

      The mare stumbled up the tarp onto land, and Luc and the others immediately led her into the trailer. “You can stop now,” he yelled to Gwen.

      Gwen blinked, automatically following his command. She’d been so tense she could barely move. She forced her feet to move toward the trailer. Luc snapped the back of the trailer closed and looked up at her.

      His gaze met hers, and she felt a click that reverberated all the way down to her feet. In that instant, she understood what Luc Hudson was about. He would go to the wall for what he considered important. As far as the press was concerned, he would play them like a concert pianist to produce exactly the music he wanted. Power and passion emanated from him.

      She fought a breathtaking combination of attraction and terror. Gwen realized she’d never met a man quite like him before.

      “Ready?” he said.

      Gwen nodded, hoping her strange feelings were like lightning, here for one second and gone the next.

      Luc pulled the truck to a stop outside a large barn. Two men rushed outside to greet them.

      “Good,” Gwen murmured and glanced at him. “The vet and ranch manager.”

      Nodding, Luc got out of the car. Gwen exited from her side at the same time. “Carl, Dennis, this is Luc Hudson. He’s visiting and he helped with the rescue.”

      Luc extended his hand to the two men. “I hope you have access to some warmers,” he said.

      “Already set up,” Carl said. “I talked to the fire department while you two were in transit. They said you were a big help.”

      “Glad to pitch in,” he said.

      “I’m sorry to interrupt your anniversary,” Gwen said to Dennis.

      The ruddy-faced man smiled and nodded. “Hey, at least we got a meal out.” He winked. “More if I get back early enough.”A thump sounded from the trailer. “This one sounds impatient. We’d better get her inside.”

      It required quite a bit of coaxing and maneuvering, but the four of them managed to get the mare into a large stall. She didn’t appear happy with her confinement, but she readily drank the water available for her.

      The more Luc studied the horse, the more suspicious he became. He glanced at Gwen, and she looked up at him at the same moment.

      “She’s pregnant,” they both said at the same time.

      Gwen gave a breathless laugh and blinked, meeting his gaze as if she was curious about him but didn’t want to be.

      Her expression made something in his gut tie into a knot. She reminded him a bit of the mare—strong, with a wild streak, but skittish as the day was long.

      She looked away. “Carl, do you think the baby will be okay?”

      “Give me time to examine her,” the vet said, nudging his shoulder against the horse and talking softly to her.

      Luc watched Gwen cross her arms over her chest and bite her lush lip. She was a complex woman, different from any he’d met lately, if ever. When she’d been in the Hollywood scene, her hair color had been a brighter blonde and she’d always looked cool and polished.

      Luc liked her current look better. With honey-colored hair, a face scrubbed free of cosmetics and fingernails without polish, she looked warmer, more real. More touchable.

      In another circumstance, he would wonder if her curly dark eyelashes were false and if the bright color of her green eyes came courtesy of tinted contact lenses, but he knew better. She was one of the rare actresses whose beauty easily conquered the unforgiving scrutiny of Hi-Def.

      Watching her fidget, he moved closer. “What are you going to name her?”

      She glanced up at him with a blank expression. “I have no idea.”

      “She’s strong. I’d bet on her survival.”

      “You would?” she asked, her gaze straying to the mare.

      “Sure. Wouldn’t you?”

      She looked at him and slowly nodded. “Thank you for helping. I didn’t expect—”

      He lifted his hand to cut her off. “My pleasure. Really.”

      She narrowed her eyes and studied him for a moment. “I can’t quite figure you out. One minute, I’m sure your defining character quality is operating the PR machine. The next minute…”

      He raised his eyebrows. “The next minute?” he prompted.

      “The next minute you’re insisting I eat your food or helping to rescue a horse.”

      “Trust your first instinct,” he couldn’t resist saying in a dry tone. “I’m completely one-dimensional. A cynical, heartless prick.”

      She blinked, surprise widening her eyes for a full moment before she did a double take. Then she shook her head and laughed. “Okay, thanks for the warning.”

      “I

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