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“That’s right you aren’t.” McCord lifted his chin, indicating they should head downhill. “Granddad’s meeting us on the dirt road. He’ll take you back in the truck.”

“What if I don’t want to go back?” Matt asked, even as he began to walk.

“That would just make my day.” McCord moved along next to Matt, keeping pace with his hand on the clutch.

“You gonna beat me senseless?”

“Only if you ask real nice.”

Matt sighed. He was screwed, and he knew it.

“Wait.” Matt stopped. “My horse.”

“Not yours,” the man sneered; however, he did contemplate Matt with a little more respect. “Gina will probably ride Spike and lead Lady Belle. Don’t worry; your horse won’t be left behind for the wolves to eat.”

“There aren’t any wolves,” Matt muttered, almost as sad about never seeing Spike again as he was about never seeing Gina. He liked that horse.

Matt suddenly realized that he’d continued on but McCord hadn’t, and turned. “What?”

“She told you?”

“About the wolves, or lack of them? Yeah. So?”

The man narrowed his eyes. “What else did she tell you?”

Matt had a sudden urge to say, That’s for me to know and you to find out. But if he continued with the playground imagery a taunt like that would only ascertain that Jase did find out. Probably by giving Matt purple nurples until he cried uncle.

What was it he’d heard his students say?

Been there, done that. Saw the Blu-ray.

He hadn’t had his ass handed to him by a bully since he’d turned twelve and grown six inches. He didn’t plan to go back now. Besides, Matt couldn’t think of anything else Gina might have told him that was important. He couldn’t think why that was important.

So there weren’t any wolves on the ranch. Wasn’t that a good thing?

“Mecate…” McCord began.

“Nothing,” Matt said. “She didn’t tell me anything else but that.”

McCord grunted. He didn’t believe Matt. Luckily, they slid past a line of trees and Isaac appeared not far below, leaning against a faded red pickup. Too late for McCord to beat Matt senseless now. He doubted Isaac would approve.

“How’d you find out who I was?” Matt asked.

“I wasn’t looking for you. I was looking for Old Moldy.”

Matt liked that nickname less and less every time he heard it.

“Went to the Internet, plugged in your name, and up popped your pretty-boy face.”

“Google sucks,” Matt muttered.

“For you,” McCord agreed.

“You could have waited for us to get back.”

“Appears I got here in the nick of time.” McCord scowled. “Or maybe a few minutes too late. You really believe sleeping with Gina would get her to agree to let you dig up her…” He paused, tightening his lips as if he’d almost said too much. Then he saw Matt waiting, expectant, and finished with, “Place. Guys like you think because you have a golden face, you’ve got a golden dick. Does every wish you make on that thing come true?”

“You really believe warning away every other man that comes near her is going to make her fall in love with you? Forever after by process of elimination?”

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