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horrified if I were you. I mean, after all, all you did was ride onto my place and innocently ask for a job and here I am—”

      “Speechless is more the word I’d go for.”

      “Right. I understand. But this could benefit us both.”

      This he had to hear. “How?”

      “Well, first of all, there’s the obvious. I need a husband to qualify for the loan I need to save this place. You seem to need a place to be. I just thought, since you weren’t heading anywhere in particular—”

      “Did I say that?”

      Her lips parted in surprise and he cursed himself for snapping at her.

      “I…I—” she stammered, “maybe not.”

      “I never said that.”

      She nodded. “All right. At any rate, I wouldn’t ask you to do me this favor without compensation. I’m prepared to offer you—“she swallowed hard “—five hundred acres of my land in exchange for posing as my husband.”

      Five hundred—! Cain nearly choked.

      “To be delivered after our arrangement is terminated.”

      Cain was still stuck on the five hundred acres of prime cattle country she’d offered. Something old and rusty lurched back to life inside him. A dream he’d thought long dead. Land.

      Land that he could call his own. Maybe the old dream wasn’t as dead as he’d thought it was.

      “Cain? Did you hear me?”

      He dragged himself back. “What?”

      “I said, you’d have to promise to stay—play my husband that whole time. If you broke your end of the bargain, or if we fail to make this place work…I’ll lose the ranch. And your part with it.”

      She was right. It was a gamble. If she lost, he’d be out six months and the prospect of a place to start over. If she won, though…what? He’d settle down? Build a house and a picket fence and pretend he could ever have go back to the life he’d walked away from?

      He reached for the pitchfork again, and just for the hell of it, asked, “How far do you mean to take this little fantasy of yours?”

      “What do you mean?”

      He turned back to her. “You and me. How far do you intend to take this marriage charade?”

      “I told you. It’s a business arrangement. You will, of course, sleep in the tack room.”

      “The tack room. You want me to play your husband from the tack room.”

      She cleared her throat. “Yes. No one needs to know.”

      Images of another wedding and another time clicked through his brain. Pictures that turned like a Rolodex in his mind whenever the hell they wanted to. He turned away from Maggie. Hell, what was he thinking? That he could ever start over? Be that man he’d been once? That anyone would ever let him forget where he’d been?

      “No,” he said, shoving the pitchfork into the last of the soiled bedding in the stall.

      Maggie let her arms drop to her sides. “No…as in you won’t sleep in the barn? Or—”

      “No…as in I won’t marry you.” He dumped the load of dirty straw at Maggie’s feet and turned back to toss the fresh flake of straw around the clean floor.

      Behind him, Maggie was silent for the space of ten heartbeats. But that didn’t last.

      “You could…think about it.” Her voice was small and sounded thin. “We could…discuss—”

      “I don’t need to think about it. I’m not in the market. I told you. I’m just passin’ through.”

      “I could even pay you a small salary when I get the loan. Enough to get you started—”

      “Not interested.”

      Maggie studied one of her palms. “Right. Okay.”

      Cain leaned against the pitchfork, staring at the dirt floor. He should’ve left this morning. Early. He didn’t want to hear the need in her voice or ponder what it meant to leave her alone here on this place when she was begging him to stay. The flash of anger her offer had set off in him subsided. He wasn’t sure where it had even come from. All he knew was that it was time to get out of here.

      He combed a hand through his hair. “It’s probably best if I go now. I’ve stayed too long already.”

      Straightening her shoulders, she started backing out of the barn. “Right. You have to do what you have to do. I’d, uh, better get back to the horses. Please, say goodbye before you go.” She turned on her heel and walked out of the barn like a queen. Untouchable. Surrounded by glass.

      But he suspected that underneath all that glass was a real woman whose passions ran deep. A woman who, in some other time or place, he would have wanted to get to know.

      Did that make him a heel for turning her down? For not wanting to get involved in her troubles? Hell, he’d had enough troubles of his own for more years than he cared to remember. He didn’t need anyone else’s.

      He ground the tines of the pitchfork into the dirt, and headed into the tack room to gather up the few things he’d unpacked there and shove them back in his knapsack.

      He’d get on his bike and ride to the next place. And after that, he’d ride some more. Because he had places to go and things to forget.

      Maggie managed to reach the pole corral at the far side of the yard before she allowed herself to crumble inside. Grabbing hold of the bark-covered lodgepole fence rail, she climbed up it and wrapped her arms around the top rail. Inside the corral, Geronimo was doing his imitation of a caged cat in the afternoon sun. She knew just how he felt.

      Dammit all!

      She’d had her share of humiliating moments in this lifetime, but this one just might be the topper.

      What had she been thinking? That he’d say yes? That he’d bite on the bribe she’d dangled in front of him in exchange for yoking him with a marriage he didn’t want? God. What idiot would want to burden himself with a woman he didn’t even know? One that was sinking up to her neck in troubles? Certainly not Cain MacCallister. Nor could she blame him.

      Fine, she thought. Let him go. Let him ride off into the sunset. She’d find a way. With him or without him! She wouldn’t fail. She simply couldn’t. This was the first real home she’d ever had. The ranch meant everything to her and they’d have to physically drag her off, kicking and screaming, before she’d allow them to take it from her.

      Geronimo cruised by her, his tail set high, his ears pitched forward at full attention. A shrill sound came from his throat, like the sound wild stallions make when they’re gathering their remuda of mares together. He was beautiful, with the conformation of the champions that ran in his bloodline. He wasn’t meant to be put behind fences or separated from his kind. Headstrong and a more than a little wild, he had a good heart. A strong heart. She recognized the same qualities in Cain, too. But he was meant for the road, too. A man like him didn’t operate under contracts or guidelines. The man was like the horse. Probably untamable and most definitely dangerous to her.

      The sight of a truck and a horse trailer coming down her road made Maggie hop down from the fence rail and brush away the moisture that had dampened her cheeks. She cursed under her breath.

      Donnelly.

      Her heart began to race and she backed toward the house, trying not to panic. She’d left Jigger sleeping inside, dreaming about chasing rabbits. She hadn’t had the heart to wake him. But now he was barking worriedly inside the house.

      The truck pulled into the yard, spitting gravel and crunching it beneath its tires. Laird was behind the wheel. The passenger seat was empty.

      She

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