To Have And To Hold. Myrna Mackenzie
unclipped the lead. “No.”
Lily dismounted and landed on her heels. “Why not?”
“Balance,” Callie replied and handed the reins to her.
Lily frowned. “Huh?”
Callie began walking from the arena. “Every rider needs to start with balance. Once I know you’ve aced it, the lead comes off.”
Lily clicked the horse forward and followed. “And what if I don’t?”
“You will,” Callie said. “You have a good seat and soft hands, essential for a successful rider. Take Samson to the wash-bay and Joe will help you strap him down.”
Lily buried her face into the animal’s neck and smiled. “I can do it by myself.”
Callie raised her brows. “What was rule number five?”
Lily exhaled heavily. “Don’t question the four other rules.”
“Exactly. Go and get Samson sorted. I’ll see you when you’re done.”
When Lily was out of sight Callie considered her options. Hang around the ménage or show some guts and see what he was up to. Her boots made their way across the yard until she reached the house. She stood at the bottom of the steps. Noah had his back to her and she watched him maneuver an old window off its track, make a few adjustments and then replace it. Her heart raced. No man should look that good in jeans. He raised his arms and she got a quick glimpse of smooth skin beneath the hem of his T-shirt. Oh, sweet heaven. Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing, turned and looked at her.
“How was it?” he asked.
She gulped. “Huh?”
“Lily—how’d she do?”
Callie put the image of skin out of her mind. “Very good. She’s a natural.”
He smiled at her and she felt the power of it through her entire body.
“Are you okay?”
It’s just skin. I’ve seen skin before. “Yes,” she replied and swallowed. “I’m fine.”
He stepped away from the door. “She behaved herself?”
“She did,” Callie replied. “She’s quite sweet, actually.”
He grinned. “Well, I’m pleased the two of you are getting along.” He leaned back against the balustrade. “Seeing as that’s out the way, are we going to talk about us now?”
Callie took a quick breath. Here we go. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Yeah, there is.”
“It was just a kiss,” she said, and the moment she’d said the word kiss, she regretted it immediately.
“It wasn’t just anything, Callie.”
He was right. Callie felt it down through to her bones. “Okay,” she admitted. “It wasn’t.”
“So, what shall we do about it?”
Her heart raced. Do? “I don’t know if we … I don’t think we should do anything.” She took a deep breath and inhaled a burst of bravado. “We just won’t kiss again.”
There’s that word again … When the word should probably be bliss. Because she suspected that’s what really being kissed by Noah would feel like.
He smiled and came down the steps. “I don’t think I can make that promise to you, Callie.”
Stupidly, she smiled back for a second. “You didn’t kiss me back.” The words popped out of her mouth. “I figured you weren’t interested.”
He took another step toward her. “Would you like me to prove to you that I am?”
Callie almost swallowed her tongue. He is interested … he wants me. “Right here?” she asked, wondering what kind of madness had taken hold of her.
He shrugged. “Why not?”
Callie took a step backward. He wouldn’t, would he? Kiss her out in the open, where anyone could see? Possibly in front of his daughter? She warmed from head to toe. But no … she looked at him and saw he was smiling. “Are you teasing me?”
“Just a bit.”
Callie didn’t quite know how to react. Teasing and flirting were almost an alien concept to her. Craig had never teased, never flirted. It was always business, always work, always pushing toward being better, being the best. Only now, years later, did Callie realize how little laughter there’d been in their relationship. But Noah had a relaxed sense of humor, a relaxed sense of self. She was sure he worked hard—but he didn’t live to work. He lived for other things. Like his kids. It would be hard alone, raising four children single-handedly.
Craig hadn’t wanted one child.
In the end Craig hadn’t lived to see his son born. And Callie had buried them both within days of one another—her tiny son and the man who was supposed to have loved her but instead betrayed her.
The worst week of her life. Excruciating. Soul-destroying. Heartbreaking.
“Where are the rest of your kids today?” she asked, shifting her thoughts from Ryan. And, for some reason, she wanted to know where his children were and who was caring for them.
“With Evie,” he replied. “I didn’t think you’d want them underfoot while you’re working.”
“You’re right, I don’t,” she said quickly. Too quickly.
He’d heard the tremor in her voice because his brows slanted together for a brief second. “You don’t like kids?”
You don’t like my kids … that’s what his question sounded like.
Callie shrugged again. I adore kids, she wanted to say. If I had my way I’d have a dozen of my own and love them with every fiber inside me.
But that was a pipe dream. Ryan was the only child she would ever have. And I can’t replace him. I won’t let myself love like that again.
“I like kids,” she said softly.
“Me, too,” he said, smiling again. “Can I call you sometime this week?”
Callie was startled. “For what?” she asked, her heart beating wildly.
“Don’t look so suspicious,” he said quietly. “Nothing sinister.”
Callie felt foolish then. “Sorry,” she said on a breath.
“I thought you might like to go out sometime.”
Like a date? She should run as fast as she could. The idea of going out with him was terrifying. Because she sensed it was something she could get used to. “I don’t … it’s just that I’m … I’m better with horses than I am with people.”
“And yet you became a teacher?”
She shrugged. He had a point. She could have turned her skills toward training horses for the show circuit. But teaching the kids … that’s where she found real happiness.
“Speaking of which, I have to get back to work,” she said. “I have a new student starting in fifteen minutes.”
His green eyes scanned her face. “Business looking up?”
“Yes,” she said quickly. “Much better. I had a new student start this morning, plus three calls yesterday and now four new students starting over the next two weeks.”
“That’s good news for you.”
“I know,” she said, a little breathlessly because she always felt as if she didn’t have quite