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then back her car over him for good measure. Not that he would blame her.

      But he knew better. He was a regular guy looking for a regular kind of life. He knew women like her. Make that, he’d known one woman like her. He’d married her and then had been tormented all through his marriage. Women like her wanted men—all men. They weren’t happy unless the world was drooling over them. No way he was going to make the same mistake again. No falling for wild women who could turn him on with a single breath. Right now, boring sounded excellent.

      “I’m a librarian in town,” she began.

      “You sure about that?”

      The words popped out before he could stop them.

      Annabelle raised her eyebrows. “Fairly. It’s my job and so far no one has told me to go away when I show up for work.”

      Smooth, Stryker, he thought. Very smooth.

      “I was expecting someone wearing glasses. You know. Because librarians read a lot.”

      The raised eyebrows turned into a frown. “You need to get out of the barn more.”

      “Probably true.”

      She hesitated, as if not sure he was being funny or just incredibly slow. “Okay.”

      Telling her the truth wasn’t an option. Admitting she was the sexiest creature he’d ever seen and that the reason he sounded so much like a mindless idiot was because all his blood was pooling in his groin would most likely cause her to bring him up on charges. Starting over seemed the only option.

      “Tell me what you had in mind,” he said, staring into her eyes, determined not to even think about the steady rise and fall of her chest, or the way her painted toes on her tiny feet were just so darned cute. “Let me guess. You’ve wanted to ride since you were a kid?”

      Annabelle laughed. “Have you seen me? Horses are big animals. Why would someone as small as me want to risk my life on the back of something that could crush me with a thought?”

      As she spoke, she shifted, holding out one gorgeous leg to show him the four-inch heel on her sandal.

      He supposed she’d done it to make a point about her height. All he could think was that she was small enough and light enough that supporting her weight would be easy. The image of them up against a wall, her legs around his waist as they…

      He closed his fists against the visual, reminded himself that his mother knew he was meeting with Annabelle and thought about horse racing stats. When that didn’t help, he worked a couple of fractions in his head.

      “Size has nothing to do with it,” he said, then wanted to hit his head against the wall. “Jockeys are small and they control fast, powerful horses.”

      Amusement danced in her green eyes. “Sure. Logic. The last male refuge.”

      He managed a smile. “I work with what I’ve got. So we’ve established riding wasn’t a childhood dream.”

      “Hardly. Although I would have loved to be a ballerina. Anyway, I need to ride because I’m raising money for a bookmobile. We just finished up the new media center the first part of this year. It’s wonderful.”

      “Isn’t a bookmobile old-school?”

      “As in anyone can get anything off the internet, including a book?”

      He nodded.

      “I wish. We have a lot of shut-ins who can’t get to the library and don’t own computers. Older couples up in the mountains who don’t come down in the winter. A few folks in wheelchairs. That sort of thing. Right now we have a sad little van that makes trips, but it can’t hold much in the way of material. Plus, I was hoping to raise enough to have a few laptops and portable Wi-Fi, so we could introduce the shut-ins to the magic of computers. Open up their worlds.”

      He hadn’t thought of anyone still being computer illiterate, but realized there was probably a fair percentage of the population either unable or unwilling to step into the electronic age.

      “I’ve already picked out my dream vehicle,” she said, her voice crackling with excitement. “It’s huge and has four-wheel drive. That means it can go up into the mountains in winter.”

      “How much do you need to raise?”

      “A hundred and thirty-five thousand dollars.”

      He opened his mouth, then closed it. “That’s a lot of vehicle.”

      “Some of the money will go for stocking it with books and computers.”

      “And the Wi-Fi.”

      “Right.”

      So much for simply handing her a check. “So how does learning to ride fit into all this?”

      She smiled. “This is where we test how much you learned in history class. I’m going to ride in a ceremony celebrating the Máa-zib tribe.”

      Shane grimaced. “That class was a long time ago.” He paused, then nodded as something he’d learned in fourth or fifth grade drifted into his brain. “They settled the area eight hundred years ago. Maybe more. They’re Mayan women who founded their own civilization here. And maybe there was something in the news about gold recently?”

      “You were a good student.”

      “Not really. I would rather have been outside.”

      “Not me. I always had my nose in a book. Anyway, yes, those are the basics. At the end of summer, there will be a festival that will include authentic Máa-zib crafts and lectures, and me on a horse performing the traditional ride of the female warrior. It’s more of a dance, really. Technically it’s called the Dance of the Horse.”

      “You’re going to dance on a horse?”

      “No. The horse is going to dance while I ride it.”

      This time Shane remembered about the stool when he took a step back. “Do you have a dancing horse?”

      “Um, no. I thought maybe we could work on that, too.”

      He took another step back. “You want me to teach you to ride and teach a horse to dance?”

      “Isn’t that possible?”

      Her gaze settled on his, rendering him immobile, so when she moved closer, he was unable to ease away. She smiled up at him and put her hand on his arm.

      “Heidi said you’re gifted when it comes to horses. It’s just a little dance. A few steps. For a good cause.”

      He doubted she was doing anything extraordinary. In most parts of the country, a beautiful woman touching a man’s arm was considered a perk, not the least bit dangerous. But she wasn’t just any woman. This was the one he’d seen dancing on top of a bar. The one he, for reasons of chemistry and Fate having a hell of a good time at his expense, found irresistible.

      Why couldn’t she have been the cardigan-wearing boring stereotypical librarian he’d been expecting? Or maybe librarians weren’t like that at all. Maybe they were all wild, like Annabelle, and the cardigan thing was a giant joke they played on a world too self-involved to see the truth. Either way, he was lost. Lost in a pair of green eyes and a sexy smile that hit him like a fist to the gut. Only it wasn’t a fist and the parts of him responding weren’t exactly his gut.

      He wanted to say no, but he couldn’t. Not only because the bookmobile was a good cause but because his mother would give him a look that told him how he’d disappointed her. Despite crossing thirty a few years ago, he couldn’t stand that look.

      “I’m a tough, macho guy,” he growled, then held in a groan as he realized he’d spoken out loud.

      Annabelle raised her eyebrows, then stepped back. “I’m, ah, sure that’s true. Big horse man.”

      He swore under his breath.

      Before

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