Swamp land.

Pheonyx slid off the horse without using the block and walked it to the stables. I watched, transfixed again by the shape of her heart shaped ass. It was criminal to give a redheaded woman curves like that.

It was too much for a mortal man to bear.

I sighed and heaved myself off the fence.

"Guess you better go introduce yourself, Clint. You moron."

I ambled towards the stables in her wake.

Pheonyx

The nerve of the man!

The cowboy with the blue bedroom eyes had actually followed me into the stables! It was one thing to watch me ride, I was used to that. Used to men making damn fools of themselves over me too!

But this was just plain rude!

He leaned against a post, chewing on a straw. He probably thought I would fall into his lap because he was so damned good looking. He was tall, with a muscular build, dark hair, chiseled face and piercing blue eyes.

Good looking was an understatement, truth be told.

But that didn't give him the right to intrude on my training!

I tossed my head, rubbing a cloth over Apollo's sweaty haunches. Might as well get this over with. I wasn't going to give the guy the satisfaction of knowing he was making me a little nervous.

Well, more than a little.

I was kind of like the horses in that way. I always sensed danger.

And this particular cowboy was giving me those vibes.

The dangerous kind.

"What do you want?"

He snorted and shook his head. I went back to what I was doing. Immediately, I felt his eyes on my rear end. I spun around.

"Excuse me, but spectators are not allowed in the barn."

A slow, arrogant grin lit up his face. Did I say he was good looking? The man was beyond gorgeous. I felt my knees go weak a little.

But I forced my spine even straighter.

His eyes flicked down to my bosoms and I scowled, crossing my arms over them. That just made the smug bastard grin wider!

"I'm no spectator, darlin'."

"Don't call me that!"

"Whatever suits your fancy then." The grin fled. "I should call you a fool. You know you damn near fell off that horse about fifty times back there."

I flipped my hair over my shoulder.

"I did not. It just looks like I did."

"Oh no darlin', I'm afraid not. Your form is sloppy. Your reflexes are dull. But-"

I was sputtering with indignation as he pushed through my protests.

"How dare you! I-"

He grinned again, leaning back against the post as if he'd been born there.

"You could be great."

My jaw dropped.

"You got some of the best natural talent I've ever seen."

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. I knew I was great. I didn't need this cowboy to tell me so.

"You have some nerve coming in here, telling me my form is bad-"

He grinned again, his eyes slipping down my body. He shook his head as if he could barely stand to look at me. Like it was almost painful.

Then he whistled.

"No darlin', I would never say your form was bad. I said it was sloppy."

He chuckled to himself, terribly amused by his own joke.

"What you need is a firm hand-"

I gasped and stifled the urge to smack him. I didn't want to cause waves. I was already getting a reputation in the equestrian world as a slapper.

I'd slapped three men last year alone.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

He tapped his hat and winked at me.

"Me? I'm Clint McRae."

I stared at him. The name was familiar. He was one of the top trainers in the business. Come to think of it JJ had said he was getting me a new trainer after I drove the last one to drink...

Did that mean- but wait- it couldn't be-

He finally moved, all loose limbs and easy cowboy grace. But there was a purpose to his movement. An almost predatory grace.

Like a big cat about to pounce on an unsuspecting gazelle.

"I'm your new trainer."

Clint

"Lesson one-"

I was speaking to her back. Her slender, strong back, covered in a slim fitting denim shirt that fit her like a glove. The wild-eyed woman was stomping away from me, too ornery to listen to reason.

"Oh, go to hell!"

I grinned, picking up my pace a bit.

"Darlin', that's not very ladylike. A professional rider must always be on her best behavior."

She turned around so fast I nearly ran into her. Her pretty little finger came out and poked my chest. Hard.

"Damn, woman. There's no need for violence!"

"I did not hire you. You are unhired. Now, go- jump in a lake!"

I laughed at the expression on her face as she tried to think up a suitably ladylike insult. I knew she wanted to tell me to go to hell again.

But she didn't.

Good girl. She was already learning, even though I knew she would start smoking at the ears if I mentioned it. Instead I decided to stick with my original plan.

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