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my life.”

      “You’re happy being alone?”

      “I’m hardly alone.”

      “The horses don’t count,” her sister said dryly.

      “At least they don’t hog the bed—or the remote.”

      “Well, I can’t dispute that Simon does both of those things,” Crystal said, then a slow smile curved her lips. “But he does other things that more than even the scales—and I’m not talking about taking out the garbage.”

      Jewel got up and went around the counter to grab the coffeepot for a refill. “You lucked out with Simon,” she admitted.

      “Then you’re not really mad that I didn’t wait around for Russ to propose?”

      She sighed. “How can I be mad when you’re so happy?”

      “I am happy,” Crystal said. “Happier than I ever could have imagined.”

      Jewel knew the feeling. She’d experienced that same euphoria of love—and the complete devastation of losing the man she’d thought she would love forever. She only hoped her sister would never have to know that kind of pain, that her life would always be wonderful, that Simon would always love her as much as he did now.

      As if following the path of her thoughts, Crystal reached out and squeezed her hand. “Someday your prince will come.”

      Before Jewel could respond, the jingle of the bell over the door announced the arrival of another customer.

      Crystal glanced over, then let out a low whistle.

      “Don’t look now,” she told her sister. “But I think he just walked in the door.”

      Jewel picked up her cup, sipped.

      Crystal frowned at the lack of response.

      “You told me not to look,” Jewel reminded her.

      “Since when do you listen to me?”

      She shrugged. “Since the last prince turned into a frog.”

      Crystal picked up a menu and fanned herself with it. “Six-two, I’d guess. Dark hair, darker eyes. Sinfully sexy. And—” she glanced pointedly at her sister and smiled “—flying solo.”

      Her curiosity undeniably piqued by the description, Jewel twisted in her stool—and nearly slid right off of it and onto the floor.

      For once, Crystal hadn’t exaggerated. The man hovering just inside the door had short, neatly cropped hair, dark slashing brows over espresso-covered eyes, a strong jaw, straight nose, slashing cheekbones and a beautifully sculpted mouth that brought to mind all kinds of wicked fantasies. His olive-toned skin and exotic looks suggested some kind of Mediterranean heritage that made her think of sultry nights and hotter passions, and the punch of lust that hit low in her belly left Jewel almost breathless.

      No, her sister definitely hadn’t exaggerated. But what she’d neglected to include in her description was “young.” Way too young. Probably younger than Crystal even. Definitely too young to make a thirty-four-year-old woman weak in the knees and hot everywhere else.

      His gaze moved around the room and collided with hers. Then those beautiful lips slowly curved, and her heart pounded hard against her chest as if it was trying to break free in order to fall at his feet.

      “Well, well, well,” Crystal said softly.

      Jewel felt heat infuse her cheeks as she tore her gaze away from his hypnotic stare. Crystal smirked at her before turning her attention back to the new customer.

      “Grab a seat anywhere you like,” she called out cheerily. “I’ll be with you in just a sec.”

      “Thank you.” His voice was low and deep and as sexy as the rest of him.

      “Mmm-mmm,” Crystal murmured her appreciation.

      Jewel picked up her cup again and sipped before asking, “Weren’t we just talking about how happily married you are?”

      “I am,” Crystal assured her. “But the ring on my finger hasn’t affected my eyesight and that is one exceptional specimen of masculinity.”

      She could hardly deny the fact, nor would she make the mistake of agreeing with her sister aloud, so she only said, “A specimen probably waiting for a cup of coffee.”

      “Oh. Right.” Crystal grinned and grabbed the pot.

      Jewel concentrated on finishing her own cup while her sister chatted with her new customer. She couldn’t hear what was said, but the low timbre of his voice was enough to create shivers that danced up and down her spine. Crystal’s responding laughter bubbled over like a newly opened bottle of champagne, then his deeper chuckle joined in.

      Jewel had always envied her sister’s ease with other people—her outgoing personality and easy charm, her natural warmth and friendliness. She’d always been more cautious and reserved than Crystal, and though she didn’t think anyone would accuse her of being unfriendly, she wasn’t often mistaken for warm and welcoming, either. She dealt with a lot of people in her business, not out of choice but necessity, and most of the time, she preferred the horses to their owners. Though lately, she’d been spending a little too much time up close and personal with certain aspects of the thoroughbred training business that she’d prefer to avoid, which reminded her of the other reason she’d come into town to see her sister today.

      She waited while Crystal finished serving her “exceptional specimen” and checked on her other customers.

      “In addition to Russ leaving, I’ve got Grady laid up with a broken leg so I’m short a stable hand,” she said when her sister returned to the counter. “Do you think Simon’s brother would be interested in a summer job again this year?”

      Crystal tallied up a bill. “Ted’s in Europe with his girlfriend for the next couple of months.”

      “Oh.” Jewel pushed her now empty cup aside. “Know anyone else who might be interested?”

      “Most of the local college kids already have their summer jobs lined up.”

      She sighed. “I guess I’ll have to put an ad in the paper then.”

      “Sorry, I couldn’t be more help,” Crystal said. “I know how much you hate interviewing people.”

      “Actually the interviews don’t concern me as much as the possibility that it might be too late to find qualified help for the summer.”

      “What kind of qualifications do you need to muck out stinky stalls?”

      “Some experience working around animals would be helpful,” she said dryly.

      “What kind of animals?” a masculine voice asked from behind her.

      She whirled around and found herself face-to-chest with the hunky stranger and couldn’t help but notice how the polo shirt he wore stretched across impressive pectoral muscles. Cheeks hot, mouth dry, she lifted her gaze and found his eyes on her again.

      Crystal offered profuse apologies as she refilled the cup in his hand.

      “Not a problem,” he assured her, then shifted his attention back to Jewel and asked again, “What kind of animals?”

      She drew in a breath and, along with it, his scent. Clean and sharp and as tempting as the rest of him.

      “Horses,” she finally managed to respond to his question.

      “Thoroughbred racehorses,” Crystal elaborated. “My sister runs one of the top training facilities in the state.”

      Jewel’s quelling glance was met with a sweet smile.

      “I’m Mac Delgado,” the man introduced himself. “I happen to know my way around horses and I’m looking for some short-term employment.”

      Jewel

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