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“You have writing. Go back inside. I’m just going to visit the horses. “
“Alone?”
“Your mother is meeting me there. Go on.”
He did without further protest. The man definitely wasn’t a morning person.
She made it to the barn with no further confrontations with rogue wolves, though it still felt like someone was watching her. She didn’t know if it was because Aiden had watched her from his turret as long as he could, or if there were still people stalking her in the woods.
Either way, her heart was pounding by the time she reached the stables. Maybe she should take up running. She needed to be in better shape if she was regularly going to hatch kidnapping plots.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
She spun around, desperately seeking a spell. “What?”
Paul stepped into the aisle. “Come look at these.”
She paused. She hadn’t gotten the creepy courtship vibes off the younger man, but there was always a first time.
“I’m a little busy right now.”
Paul pivoted to examine the hall of horses, empty except for them.
“Soon,” she clarified. “I’ll be busy soon. I’m meeting Kathleen.”
He frowned. “She’s backing up the truck. Though where she thinks she’s going with the wards shut, I don’t know.”
Goldie stepped toward him. “Is everybody okay?”
“We’re going to run out of milk here in a minute, but it ain’t racing season. Pack antics don’t bother me.”
She realized Aiden hadn’t named him as one of the pack.
“Your wolf…”
He shook his head. “Never shifted.”
She couldn’t believe it. “But you said you have a wolf. It talked to you about me.”
He grimaced. “I did, didn’t I? I have heard a wolf my entire life, but I have never shifted.”
He had that quiet, banked presence and physical strength of a shifter. She opened her mouth to tell him that a witch might help him and then clicked her teeth together. She didn’t need more people hunting her or her family. Though as this quiet man escorted her to a beat-up desk tucked near Blue Roan’s stall with a computer from the last century, she couldn’t believe he’d harm anyone.
“I’ve got some prospects,” Paul said as he sat at the computer. He pointed to an old-school, boxy monitor. “I believe you said more leg.”
Goldie blinked twice. “What?”
“For the mare.”
He hit play on a video of a horse running. It was a blur of legs, and Goldie shook her head. “I can’t see him. Do you have one where he’s not running?”
Paul glanced up at her. “You want to watch a horse stand there, and you’ll be able to tell if he can run fast?”
Yes.That’s exactly what she would do, but it sounded demented. “You’re really going to let me pick the father. Me?”
“If I’m right, I could get a quarter million for a mare pregnant with Blue Roan’s foal. If you’re right, we’re talking a cool million. That’s a bet I’m willing to take.”
Goldie couldn’t seem to get a breath. “For a damn horse? I am in the wrong business.” She loved her business flipping furniture, digging up antiques, and jacking up prices. She made out better than a lot of her family grinding it out, selling sandwiches for pennies. But she’d never heard of a million-dollar piece of furniture, at least not in the attics of West Virginia.
