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The wind was beginning to rise, to whip her hair in front of her face and brush her cheeks. “That’s not what this is all about, and you know it. Why don’t you tell me what you’re afraid of?”
“Afraid of?”
“That’s right, Zach. You’re running scared and it has nothing to do with what happened in the motel the other night.”
His mouth curved into a self-deprecating smile. “What I’m afraid of. Isn’t it obvious?” His gaze held hers in a stare that stripped her soul bare. With a whistle, he turned the buckskin again and leaned forward in the saddle. The horse took off, galloping rapidly across the dry grass, sending up a cloud of red dust, leaving her alone.
Adria sagged against the exterior wall of the stables. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back and felt the rough-cut cedar walls press into her shoulders. Her fists curled in frustration and slivers jabbed at her bare knuckles. “Don’t be afraid, Zach,” she said, her eyes burning with unshed tears. “Please, don’t be afraid.” The man was so damned maddening and yet…Oh, God, and yet…she thought she was falling in love with him.
You can’t!
But I can’t stop myself.
He was in love with Kat!
That was a long time ago.
He’s your brother!
I don’t know that. Not for sure.
But you can’t afford to gamble! Not now! Not when everything you’ve worked for is at stake!
Like hell!
“He’s right,” she said, furious with herself. “You are a fool.” Pushing herself upright, she headed toward the house. She was intent on forgetting him, on finding a way to escape, on putting as much distance between his body and hers as she could. She could take his Jeep or a truck or call someone to come get her…
Or she could go after him.
In the distance a coyote howled and the sun slid behind a cloud. Her footsteps hesitated for just a second before she realized that she couldn’t let it lie. Rolling over and playing dead wasn’t in her nature and she’d come too far and suffered through too many emotional struggles to just curl up and die and let the whole thing go.
Turning back toward the stables, she decided to tempt fate. She flung the door open. Her legs moved of their own accord, her boots ringing as she ran along the smooth floor to the tack room. She found a bridle and hurried back to the row of stalls. A black mare poked her nose over the door and Adria didn’t miss a beat. She slipped the bridle over the mare’s head, then, running, ignored her lingering pain and led the trotting horse outside. Zach was nearly out of sight, only a speck on the horizon, but Adria wasn’t going to let him get away. She climbed on the mare’s bare back, leaned forward, and clucked her tongue. “Let’s go!” She dug her heels into the black’s flanks.
With a surge of power, the horse moved beneath her, muscles bunching and stretching, the cold, hard ground flashing beneath steel-shod hooves. Adria’s back and arms ached but she held on. The wind screamed through her hair and brought tears to her eyes as the eager little mare ate up the distance, racing over the vast acres of grassland where the dry pastures rolled upward into foothills green with old-growth timber. In the distance craggy, snow-covered mountains cut jagged ridges against the darkening sky.
She urged the horse faster and faster, afraid that if she slowed down for even a second she would see the folly in this dangerous chase, yank back on the reins, and force herself to return to the ranch—to safety—away from the one man who could save her or destroy her.
Zach’s horse galloped through the low-growing timber and Adria followed. “Come on, come on,” Adria cried, the breath being torn from her lungs, fear of facing her destiny shadowing her mind. But still she plunged on, chasing a man and her dream, moving closer.
Finally he drew back on the reins and his horse slowed at the banks of a wide river that sliced through the hills and fell in a wild, silver torrent down the face of a cliff. Then, as if suddenly sensing that she was chasing him, he twisted in the saddle.
Her heart nearly stopped as she stared at his profile, all tough angles and planes, like the sheer mountains that rose behind him, wild as the river that slashed furiously through the canyon and cut a raging swath through the forest. His jaw hardened and his eyes narrowed in silent rebuke, but she didn’t pay any attention. Instead, she kicked her horse faster. There was no trace of amusement in his face.
Zach’s eyes followed her every move as she pulled back on the reins. When she was close enough to
hear, he said, “You should go back.”
“Back to Montana?”
“Back to the house.”
“Not yet.” She slid to the ground and Zach followed suit. Eyebrows drawn downward, his mouth pulled into a furious frown, he strode up to her, looking as if he’d like to strangle her…or worse, that he wanted to kiss her and never stop.
“For Christ’s sake—”
“No. For mine. For yours,” she said, breathing hard. She stared up at him stubbornly, squaring her shoulders and meeting his furious gaze with her own.
“You never listen, do you?”
