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Jimmy’s wife had called him in slight panic after her water broke, and Jimmy’s father Joe drove him to the hospital. She couldn’t ask Axel to take the horses back to the stables, since he’d already left for a family reunion. And Patrick told her on her first day at the farm that he would handle any chore, except for anything that involved Rocket.
Megan cursed herself for allowing Axel to head home earlier today. Just because the guys seemed all right, she still needed to manage things and needed them to work with the horses. Especially Rocket.
“What happened?” Ryan asked, bringing her out of her thoughts.
“Happened?”
“With Rocket. Why is he running over my farm?”
“Is this your farm?”
A cute blush crept up from under his beard. “It’s my parents’ farm, but I’ll take over one day.”
She couldn’t read him, but she thought she’d hit a nerve by asking him about running the farm. She left that topic for what it was and thought about other things to ask this seven-foot, muscular hunk of a farmer.
They walked in silence for ten minutes straight since she couldn’t think of anything to say and the man in question probably didn’t want to talk to his new neighbor, who didn’t seem capable of handling her stallion.
They passed a grand looking stable and at first glance, not one nail or one straw or haystack was out of order.
“This looks amazing,” she said without thinking.
“Thanks.”
He didn’t hold her eyes as he thanked her, but she noticed his upper lip pull in a somewhat proud smile. They walked over a small dirt path, surrounded by wide-open green fields.
“How many horses do you have?”
He suddenly stopped walking, and she almost bumped against him. It made her realize just how short her five foot five felt next to his seven-foot frame.
“Why do you want to know?” he asked in an accusing tone of voice.
“Just making conversation. Forget about it.” She turned on her heels and passed him. She figured Rocket went to those outer fields with the yellow leaves of the redbud tree standing proud against the luscious green hills.
Megan suddenly felt very conscious about openly fan girling about the man’s beautiful lands as Ryan’s eyes pricked in the back of her head. The hair on the back of her neck stood upright as she glanced over her shoulder and found him staring at her jean-clad ass.
She didn’t know why his blatant interest made her smile, but it did. Megan spun her head when his eyes locked on hers. She took a first step into the foliage, but Ryan suddenly grabbed hold of her arm and stopped her.
“What—”
“Shhh.” Ryan put a finger against his lips and she instantly stopped talking.
She let him maneuver her towards the redbud tree and out of the open field.
“What’s wrong?”
“Flint’s here.”
“Who’s Flint?” Megan furrowed her brows as she took a step backwards, her back hitting the unforgiving bark of the tree.
Ryan turned around, his back towards her as he seemed to protect her from this Flint person.
“Calm down, now. We’re not here for you,” Ryan said in a calm but clear and resolute voice.
She tried to look past him, but his broad back made it hard to see anything in front of her. Megan held her breath, trying to hear any response or sounds that could help her find out what the deal was.
“Easy now. My sister will kick my ass if I hurt you and your gang of ground damaging assholes.”
Megan held Ryan’s sides as he stepped closer to her, trapping her against the tree.
