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she’s not mad,” Joshua hurried to say. “Are you, Emmie? She liked it. We like everything about your ranch. Crossroads is a real good ranch. The best I ever saw.”

      Probably the only one he’d ever seen, but at the child’s efforts to please, Nate softened. The deed was done. Rainy and the children had had their visit to the country and nothing terrible had happened. He should be thankful, he supposed, that Rainy had come while he was gone. Now he wouldn’t have to dread the visit. It was done. Over. Never more to return.

      “So, you’ve had a good time then?” he managed, feeling a little guilty for his original gruffness. In truth, his bad mood had less to do with Rainy than his own family. No use taking his troubles out on her.

      Rainy’s sweet-as-honey smile was his answer. “The best. A field trip of this kind is beneficial. They’ve loved it. Thank you so very much for allowing us to come. I can’t even express how special the afternoon has been.”

      Rainy Jernagen was as nice as she was pretty. And he was a certified jerk.

      He displayed his teeth, praying the action resembled a real smile.

      “Great.” His head bobbed. “Glad you enjoyed yourselves.” And when are you leaving? If she kept staring at him with that sweet smile, he might start having crazy ideas about inviting her again.

      And that was not about to happen. No way, Jose.

      “So,” Pop said, clapping his hands together. “Why don’t we all adjourn to the kitchen? I got some banana bread in there somebody needs to eat. Maybe a glass of milk. Whatd’ya say, Will? Could you use a little sustenance?”

      Will grinned but didn’t say anything. The rest of the group chorused their approval, so Nate had little choice except to fall into step. Yo-Yo, the traitor, didn’t even bother to say hello. He was too busy making a fool of himself over the children.

      “Katie went all afternoon without screaming,” Rainy said to him.

      “Good thing. That Hollywood scream might cause a stampede.”

      Rainy stopped in mid-step, eyes wide. “Really?”

      Her reaction tickled him. “No. Not really. You are a greenhorn.”

      “Am not,” she said amicably, and Nate wanted to tease her again. He liked teasing her. Liked her gullible reaction. He looked ahead where four children pranced around his grandpa, yapping like pups. He was glad they were up there with Pop and Rainy was back here with him. And no, he wasn’t going to examine that thought too closely.

      “Bet you wouldn’t know a stirrup from a saddle horn,” he said, baiting her.

      “Guess I’m going to find out, Mr. Smartie.”

      Something in the way she sparkled with energy gave him pause. “What do you mean?”

      “Your grandpa invited us back next weekend.”

      Nate battled back a cry of protest and more than a little panic. He shot a look at his grandfather’s flannel-clad back. “He did?”

      “Sure did.” Rainy tapped his arm with one finger. “To go horseback riding.”

      Like a punctured balloon, all the air seeped out of Nate.

      Without upsetting everyone—including his grandfather, who would never let him hear the end of it—Nate couldn’t refuse. He wasn’t that much of a jerk.

      Uneasiness crawled over his skin like an invisible spider.

      Of all the dangerous ideas, Grandpop would have to come up with this one. Horseback riding. Small children on the backs of very large animals with minds of their own.

      A recipe for disaster.

      He sneaked a glance at Rainy Jernagen’s upturned face. His belly dipped.

      From the moment she’d opened that red front door looking like a combination of mother earth and the bride of Frankenstein, he’d known she was trouble.

      He should have run while he had the chance.