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“I think so.”There was a hint of steel in Dylan’s words, which made Bailey think there was more to the man than his easy-going outward persona indicated.
“You should come to the ranch tonight,” Jordan said, catching Bailey’s attention.
“And return to find my trailer tires mysteriously slashed?I don’t think so.”
“What would you do about that if you were here?”Hayes asked seriously.
She met his gaze.“Call upon the cowboy staying with me to help me do something about it?”
Hayes touched his chest in ame?gesture, ignoring the look his brother and Dylan Kent exchanged.
“You can have the sofa bed.It’s plenty big enough.”Bailey took hold of the wagon handle, then looked at Dylan and Jordan.“There’s a pull-out, too.A pain to undo, but I don’t mind if anyone else wanted to stay.”
“Uh…” Jordan looked at Hayes, who did not move, but somehow sent a silent message.“I think Hayes can handle this.”
Chapter Twelve
“This situation isgoing sideways fast,” Bailey muttered after Hayes helped her carry her silver into the trailer.She closed the door and double-checked the handle.
“What exactly did he say?”
Bailey pushed her hair over her shoulder and gave him a weary look.“The usual threatening stuff.”
Hayes took her by the hand and drew her to the sofa, which she had said was plenty big enough.It was not.
“A little more detail?”
She let out a soft breath as she settled beside him.“I can’t remember exact words but it was something along the lines of if Jenna didn’t cooperate, then things would not end well for the horse.”Bailey dropped her hands into her lap.“I don’t know if this guy has nevernotgotten his way in life.”
“I’d say he grew up privileged.”Hayes spoke in a neutral voice that belied the dark direction of his thoughts.
“Do you think he’d actually hurt the mare?Or is he blowing smoke?He said that she was insured and that worries me.”
“I don’t want to test those waters,” Hayes said, recalling Dylan’s certainty that yes, Chance would hurt the horse.He tipped his head back to rest on the paneled wall behind him.Closed his eyes.
“You should get some sleep if you’re going to ride tomorrow.”
He turned his head to meet her gaze.“I’m not sleeping on this sofa.”He was about to ask about the pull-out, when Bailey said, “I didn’t expect you to.”
She gave him a slow, albeit weary, smile as she took his hand and laced her fingers through his, drawing her knees up to snuggle position.“I have a better place for you to spend the night.”
“So much for getting sleep before the big ride.”
“You’re too old to be doing this anyway.”
He laughed and pulled her onto his lap.
She sighed against his chest.“You said you weren’t a danger to me.”
“I did,” he agreed.
“Liar.”
He didn’t ask for clarification, being distracted by the way her mouth met his in a soft, sensual caress.She nipped his lower lip and whispered, “I want to forget about things I can’t do anything about for a little while.”
“How do you feel about all night?”
“You have a ride in the morning, cowboy.”
