Rachel laughed nervously, her skin tingling where he touched it. She suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have that hand on a more intimate part of her body. It was an awfully big hand. “That’s a pretty horse.” Rachel changed the subject quickly because the need to sit in his lap had just become almost too much to bear.
He looked down at the file he’d been studying. There was a gorgeous horse in the picture. “Her name is Sunflower. She’s a quarter horse, and she’s got everything it takes to be an excellent rodeo horse. My client’s daughter is a barrel racer.”
“But?” There had to be a but. She’d learned a little about Max over the past two weeks. He was very good at training difficult horses.
“Well, she kicks everyone who comes near her.” Max’s voice was a deep rumble that rolled over her skin. “It makes it hard to train her, so her owner is sending her to me. It’s what I do, Rachel. See, deep down, Sunflower is really just scared. She doesn’t want to kick and buck every time someone comes near her. She wants love and affection. She wants to please her master. She’s just not sure how. That’s where I come in. I teach her it’s all right to accept love. I gently ease her into the saddle. I show her just how nice it is to let someone special ride her.”
Holy crap, she was getting wet in the middle of the diner. It was like his low, sexy voice had a direct line to her pussy, and everything heated up when he started talking.
“Do you like to ride, Rachel?”
Oh, boy, did she like to ride? Not horses, of course, but she definitely wouldn’t mind a cowboy. She missed riding. It had been a really long time, and part of her thought she might never ride again. “Sure,” was all she managed because her brain was thinking about what it would feel like to ride Max Harper.
Max smiled up at her, a wide grin that made his eyes sparkle. He looked more approachable when he smiled like that. “That’s great, Rachel. What kind of horse did you train on?”
“Oh, I’ve never ridden a horse,” she blurted out without thinking.
Max’s smile turned distinctly seductive. “Then what type of riding were we talking about, darlin’?”
Rachel swallowed and sought an easy way out. She couldn’t do this with him. As gorgeous as he was, she couldn’t flirt and pretend that she was this carefree girl. She must never, never forget what was at stake.
“I have to get back to work.” She turned away from the hottest man she’d ever met. She walked back to the counter, where Stella was talking to Mel Hughes, the resident conspiracy nut. He lived in a small cabin up the mountain but made the trek almost daily to sit at the diner’s counter and visit with Stella. He was completely insane but harmless, Rachel had discovered. He also made the prettiest pottery. Rachel had admired it when she walked through the town’s galleries.
“But, Stella, when I left the house I checked the time,” Mel insisted. “It was 10:21. When I got to the car, it was 10:35. It does not take me fourteen minutes to get to the car. They took me, I tell you.”
Stella looked sympathetic. “Oh, hon, that wasn’t an alien abduction. You just can’t set your clocks right. I’ll come up to your place and make sure all your clocks are in sync, all right?”
Mel leaned in, his voice low and trembling. “Then how do you explain the fact that my backside is very sore in an intimate place? I think they probed me, Stella.”
Rachel fought hard not to giggle. She knew exactly what Stella was about to say. They had this little discussion every couple of days. She walked to the counter and opened the bakery plate.
“They didn’t probe you,” Stella assured him, patting his arm. “You just eat bacon on everything. You need some fiber. Rachel?”
Rachel reached to pass her a bran muffin on a clean plate. She glanced out over the dining room. The muffin fell off the plate as she was completely shocked to see Max Harper talking to a perfect replica of himself.
“Oh my God,” she said in utter horror. “There’s two of him.”
Without missing a beat, Stella got a new muffin. She looked cheery as she followed Rachel’s sight line. “Don’t worry about it, hon. You won’t have to pick. The rumor is they like to share.”
“Not helpful,” Rachel said in a daze. It wasn’t helpful at all.
“Hey, bro,” a familiar voice said. Max looked up and saw Rye walking in. He nodded and winked at a couple of the regulars before turning a chair around to straddle it with his long legs. He was wearing his sheriff’s uniform and requisite Stetson. Max’s twin politely took his hat off and set it to the side.
“How was Colorado Springs?” Max asked. He wished Rye was still there. He hadn’t expected his brother back for another two days. He’d been attending training sessions at some bigwig crime-fighter convention.
“Boring.” Rye leaned forward and stole a fry. “I could barely stay awake during the lectures on the new traffic laws. Seriously, couldn’t they just give me a pamphlet or something? Three hours of some DPS dude droning on just about killed me. You gonna eat that?” Rye reached out and grabbed the burger. It was halfway down his throat before Max could give his assent.
“Feel free,” Max told his baby brother. “Baby brother” was a misnomer. Rye was exactly two and a half minutes younger than Max, but he was never allowed to forget it. Max pushed the plate toward Rye. He didn’t care about the burger. He was still thinking about Rachel.
He’d come on too strong. He should have known better. He should have taken it easier. She was nervous around him, and he’d come on to her like a horny bull. He’d been very careful around Rachel Swift up to this point. For two whole weeks, he’d watched his temper around her. He’d been excruciatingly polite to everyone in her vicinity. It hadn’t been all that hard. His anger issues seemed to take a nosedive when Rachel’s sweet face was around.
Rye continued talking about something to do with his job. Max just nodded and kept his eyes discreetly on Rachel.
He watched her awkwardly step around the counter, obviously still disturbed by their conversation. He hadn’t been able to help himself. He needed to make sure she was aware of him. Well, she was definitely aware. Max let his fingers drum against the table. It wasn’t that she was uninterested. Max was experienced enough to know when a woman was intrigued. Rachel was curious about him. She was just nervous. He was a big guy with a bad rep and an even worse temper. He had to show her he could control himself around her.
He thought back to that first day and couldn’t help the smile that came with the memory. She’d been nervous that day, too. She’d dropped a plate and looked surprised Stella hadn’t fired her on the spot. Max could have told her Stella was very patient with the strays she took in. Max might fight with Stella from time to time, but he respected the lady. She was good people.
Rachel had looked grateful to have a job. She’d cleaned up the mess and come to his table. She’d carefully taken his order, writing everything he said down on her little pad. She’d chewed on that bottom lip of hers. God, he loved her lips. They were perfect and pouty, and his dick would look so good between them.
Max took a long drink of cold Coke and told himself to settle down. He had been walking around in a permanent state of erection ever since Rachel Swift had walked up to his table and asked him sweetly if there was anything she could do for him.
She could lie down beneath him and spread her legs, that’s what she could do. She could spread those pretty, petite legs of hers and show him her pussy. He’d stare at it for a while because there was just nothing more beautiful than a ripe and ready pussy. He’d lie on his stomach and arrange her legs over his shoulders and make a meal of her. Rye would watch…