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  “You don’t understand,” she told him.

  “You sure about that?”

  She heard footsteps, but couldn’t tell the direction. Who else was here and what would he or she want from her?

  “Oh, you’re back. Good. I have papers for you to sign, Nick. And you must be Izzy. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you.”

  The man reached for her hand and shook it. His fingers were nearly as soft and smooth as Skye’s or Lexi’s.

  “This is going to be fun. You’re staying here in the house. You know that, right? Upstairs. I picked out your room myself. It has great light. Is Nick taking you on the tour? Don’t you love the kitchen? I swear Norma, our cook-slash-housekeeper is going to kill me with her biscuits. I can’t resist them but I refuse to let my jeans get any tighter. I love your hair. Are those curls natural? They’re beautiful. Don’t you think they’re beautiful, Nick?”

  “Stunning.” Nick sounded more resigned than impatient as he spoke.

  Izzy turned toward the enthusiastic new guy. “Who are you?”

  The man laughed. “Oh, silly me. Introductions are essential. I’m Aaron. Aaron Levine. Two A’s. I work for Nick.” He linked arms with her and led her into the kitchen.

  “I’m his manager. I take care of all the bookings for the corporate retreats and oversee the retreats from start to finish. I make sure everything runs smoothly here at the Hollister Institute. Nick takes care of the kids on his own. The man is rabid about helping those poor children. It’s really very sweet.”

  Aaron patted her hand. “Okay—refrigerator on your right, but I wouldn’t go in there if I were you. Norma’s a little possessive about her supplies. There’s a second refrigerator with drinks and snacks in the mudroom. I’ll show you that. Table in the corner. Can you see it? There’s lots of light. Norma rings a bell when it’s time to eat and we all come running like dogs.” He chuckled. “Don’t you just love Texas? Where else can a man get away with wearing snakeskin boots and a giant belt buckle. And you know what they say about the size of a man’s belt buckle.”

  Izzy felt more than confused. She felt lost and unsure. With the light pouring in the windows, she could actually see the outline of the tables and shapes she assumed were chairs. But who was Aaron? How had macho Nick gotten involved with charming, funny and obviously gay Aaron? Unless Nick was also…

  She glanced in the direction he’d last been.

  “No,” came a low voice in her ear.

  “No, what?” she asked.

  “I know what you’re thinking and no.”

  Aaron bumped her shoulder with his. “You mean is Nick gay? I should be so lucky. He has his lady friends he visits in town. It’s all very John Wayne-esque. He rides into town, seduces the schoolteacher then rides off to fight another day.”

  Izzy rubbed her forehead. “I don’t remember that movie.”

  “You know what I mean. Here’s the mudroom.” Aaron pressed her hand against what felt like a refrigerator. “Plenty of water, soda, that sort of thing. Don’t track in dirt or Norma will skin you alive. And I’m not kidding. I think she collects knives.”

  “Aaron?”

  “Yes, Nick?”

  “I’ll finish Izzy’s tour.”

  Aaron stiffened. “I don’t mind.”

  “I know, but I’ll do it.”

  “Izzy’s new. She’s nervous.”

  “She’s also standing right here,” Izzy grumbled, appreciating that Aaron was trying to help, but hating the fact that they were talking about her as if she were a fern.

  Nick didn’t say anything. Maybe he was making violent hand gestures or maybe he was just staring. She had no way of knowing. Seconds later, Aaron let go of her arm and stepped back.

  “Fine,” he said with a sigh. “Izzy, whatever Nick says, what he really means is that he’s really happy to have you here and that he thinks you’re pretty.” He leaned toward her and dropped his voice to a whisper. “We’ll talk later.”

  Then he was gone.

  “Follow me,” Nick said and started walking.

  Izzy started to point out, yet again, that she was blind, only to realize she could hear his boots on the hardwood floor. She took off after him, clipped her hip on the corner of a counter and stumbled over the threshold of a door.

  They went outside. She saw the brighter light and felt the intense heat.

  “You’ll be working in the barn,” Nick said, his dark shape moving in front of her. “Rita’s in charge. Do what she says. We have twelve horses that need to be cleaned up after, fed and groomed. That should keep you busy. When you’re more comfortable with your surroundings, you can start exercising them in the corrals. There’s a corporate retreat in a couple of weeks. When that happens, we all pitch in, including you.”

  She waited until they passed into shade, then stopped and folded her arms over her chest. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you’re not going to tell me what to do. The only thing you’re going to do is take me back to my sister’s house, right now.”

  “Too bad you’re blind, because if you weren’t you could take one look at my face and know that’s not going to happen. Obviously I need to convince you with my words.” He took a step toward her. “No. Clear enough?”

  She curled her hands into fists and started hitting the dark shape in front of her. “It’s not clear. Nothing’s clear,” she yelled. “Don’t you get that? Nothing is right. I can’t make it go away. It sucks. My life is ruined and you want to talk to me about horses? About your stupid ranch? I want to go home. I want to be left alone.”

  She hit and hit until her arms got tired. Nick didn’t bother defending himself, probably because she wasn’t hurting him. Eventually, she dropped her hands to her sides.

  “You about done?” he asked. “Is there more? You want to cry now?”

  She hated him, then. Hated him more than she’d hated any human being ever.

  “I’ll find a way to crush you,” she vowed.

  “You’ll have to find me, first. But that’s the trick, isn’t it? You can’t find anything. If you had the surgery, you could.”

  “Get off me about the surgery,” she yelled. “Did they tell you it wasn’t a sure thing? Did they tell you I could end up totally blind?”

  “Yes, but the odds are you’ll be fine. Those are odds worth taking.”

  “Easy for you to say. You’ve got nothing to lose.”

  “Fair enough. The barn is this way.”

  He just started walking. As if he expected her to follow him. As if her pain and suffering didn’t matter.

  “I’m not even a person to you, am I?” she asked, defeated and exhausted.

  “You’re a person. You’re just not much of one right now. Rita will show you everything in the morning. For today, you can groom one of the horses. Skye said you’ve been around horses your whole life so you know what you’re doing.”

  They were near the barn. Izzy saw the yawning darkness and didn’t want to go inside. It was too black, there. Too frightening.

  “I don’t want this,” she murmured.

  “Too bad.”

  Maybe this was all designed to break her so she could be built up again. Maybe there was a master plan. Or maybe Nick was just a sick bastard who liked torturing people. Either way, she didn’t much care.

  She turned slowly, until she felt the sun in her face. It had to be late afternoon, so the sun was in the west. She thought about sitting in the back of the SUV during the drive and feeling the sun moving across her lap, warming her hands and her thighs. Then she closed her eyes and pictured a map.

  They’d driven north for a while, then turned into the sun. So she had to go east to retrace the route. If she started walking, maybe she would find her way back. Or maybe just die. Right now that seemed okay, too.

  She spun on her heel and took the first step. She half expected Nick to say something, but he didn’t. She kept moving forward, straining to see anything that could trip her, like a f
ence or a bush.

  “Where are you going?” he called after a couple of minutes.

  “Home.”

  “Good luck with that.”

  She raised her hand and gave him the finger. The sun was hot on her back, but the heat was reassuring. It reminded her she was going the right way. That if she didn’t give up, eventually she would make it.

  CHAPTER TWO

  WOMEN WERE an inherent pain in the ass, Nick thought as he grabbed four bottles of water from the refrigerator in the mudroom. Aaron followed him back outside.

  “What are you doing? Where’s Izzy? You haven’t lost her already, have you?”

  Nick jerked his head to the right and kept on walking. “She took off.”

  “What?” Aaron took a half hop to keep up. “She’s blind. She can’t just take off.”

  “She did.”

  “What did you say? I know this is your fault. You said something mean, didn’t you?”

  “No.”

  “Then why didn’t you stop her? She could get lost out there.”

  There was a slight possibility, but Nick doubted it. He’d given her a thirty-minute head start, so she could walk off some of her mad. He didn’t want to find her for at least an hour, maybe longer. She needed time to think through her options.

  “She’s in the dry riverbed. She’ll walk along it because it’s the easiest footing.”

  Aaron trailed him into the barn. “What if there’s a flash flood?”

  Nick handed him the water and went to get his horse. “You see any clouds in the sky?”

  “Okay, but what about snakes? Or she could fall.”

  “I’m willing to risk it.”

  “Is she?”

  “Apparently. She’s the one who took off.” He led his horse out of the stall.

  “She’s scared. Jesus, Nick, the girl has been blind all of fifteen minutes. Give her a break.”

  “She’ll have to earn that.”

  Aaron put the water on a worn stubby table, then planted his hands on his hips. “Sometimes you’re a big pain in my ass.”

  “You think?”

  Aaron pressed his lips together. Nick’s assistant was about five-ten, thin, with styled dark hair and a fussiness about him Nick had learned to accept. No matter how many pairs of jeans he wore, he never looked as if he totally fit in. He would always be a city boy trapped in rural Texas.

  Nick accepted that, as well. Aaron was damned good at his job and loyal. But he had a way of burrowing in a topic like a tick during rainy season.

  “She’s a nice girl,” Aaron said. “She’s out of her element. As far as she’s concerned, her family just rejected her. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

  Nick finished with the saddle. He grabbed the water and stuck it into the saddlebags. “She’s here so we can help her. That’s what matters. She’s upset. She’ll walk it off and then be easier to handle.”

  “She’s not an upset cow. She’s a person.”

  “You’re taking this too much to heart.”

  “Someone has to. Give her a break.”

  “I’m rescuing her. Isn’t that enough?”

  “No. She’s nice. You need nice in your life.”

  Nick led his horse outside. Before mounting, he glared at Aaron. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop it right this second. You hear me?”

  Aaron grinned. “She’s pretty, too. I know you saw that. I’m not into women and even I was impressed.”

  “She’s a client, nothing more.”

  Aaron rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. You think anyone believes that?”

  “I don’t care what you believe.” Izzy was here because he was going to help her. For no other reason. He didn’t get involved, certainly not with someone on his ranch. The last thing he wanted was to be responsible for someone else’s emotions.

  “Did you see her butt?” Aaron asked, as Nick swung into the saddle. “It’s perfect. Do you think she does squats? My butt is just so flat.”

  All Nick wanted was a nice, quiet life. Instead he had this.

  “I’m leaving now,” he said.

  “Okay, but be gentle when you find her. She’ll be upset and she might have a little heatstroke. Maybe you’ll have to do mouth-to-mouth.”

  Nick turned his horse toward the riverbed. “Don’t you have work to do?”

  “Yes, but this is better.”

  “Say goodbye, Aaron.”

  “Goodbye, Aaron.”

  Nick adjusted his hat. The temperature had to be over a hundred. He glanced at his watch and calculated how long Izzy had been gone. He would get close enough to see her, but not so close that she would hear the horse. Then he would watch her to see how she was doing.

  It took twenty minutes to catch up with her, which surprised him. She’d gone farther than he’d expected. Despite her month of shutting herself in her room, she was still in decent shape.

  He reined in his horse and watched her walking. Involuntarily his gaze fell to her rear and he saw that Aaron was right—she did have a great ass. That combined with her wide hazel eyes, her long, dark, curly hair made her the stuff of fantasies. Not that he would be acting on any he might have.

  He would do his best to fix her, not only because his friend Garth had especially requested that he take her on, but because that’s what he did. Fix the broken, then move on. Sort of like a reverse body count. Because if the numbers were high enough—if he did enough good—maybe he could finally let go of the past.

  IZZY PUT ONE FOOT in front of the other. The sun beat down unmercifully, burning her exposed skin. Sweat poured down her face and her clothes stuck to her. Her mouth was dry, her head ached and if there had been an extra drop of moisture left in her body, she would have actually considered crying.

  As it was, she argued furiously with herself. Going back made the most sense. She should just turn around and walk into the sun. That would get her to the barn. But it felt too much like giving up.

  Nick would come for her. Or send someone. She knew in her head, he wasn’t going to let her die out here. Except if she kept walking, she might get so lost, no one could find her and then what? Did she really want to risk it?

  “I don’t want this,” she said aloud. “Any of it.”

  Not being outside right now, not being at the ranch or being blind.

  “Why did it happen to me?”

  She wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all. Only that would take too much effort.

  She stumbled on something she couldn’t see, then caught herself. As she straightened, she heard a sound behind her. Fear tightened her chest, then she recognized the steady steps of a horse. She drew in a breath and stopped.

  “You’re probably feeling stupid about now,” Nick said casually.

  She raised her chin. “Not at all.”

  “Then more than your eyesight got damaged in that explosion. Are you finished making your point or do you want to keep walking? In another twenty minutes, your sunburn is going to blister. That’ll hurt.”

  “Is this your way of convincing me to accept your help?”

  “You don’t need convincing. I’ll give you this. You’re the first blind person I know who would willingly walk into the wilderness with no idea of where she was going. I can’t decide if that makes you brave or an idiot. I’ll get back to you on that.”

  “Don’t bother. I was fine.”

  “You were lucky. You could have fallen and cracked open your head or been bitten by a snake.”

  “I would have preferred a snake to you.”

  She heard him get off his saddle.

  “Now you’re just talking sweet to make me like you,” Nick said. “Here.”

  He handed her a bottle of water. She took it and un-screwed the top. The liquid was cool and sweet on her dry throat.

  “I wouldn’t drink too much of that all at once,” he told her.

  She ignored him and kept drinking. She finally stopped, took a step, then bent over and threw it all up. Her inside
s twisted, forcing her to retch and gag. She coughed and did her best to catch her breath.

  “Not the brightest bulb,” he murmured.

  “Shut up,” she said with a gasp.

  “Drink it slow and this time it’ll stay down.”

  Humiliation joined the heat of the sunburn. She sipped cautiously.

  “See?”

  He sounded smug, which made her want to hit him. But she’d already tried that and it hadn’t worked at all.

  “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you back.” He took her free hand and led her over to his horse. “I’ll get on and pull you up behind me.”

  “Or you could walk and I’ll ride.”

  “Do you think that will happen?”

  She saw blurry movement, then heard him settle in the saddle.

  “Give me the water,” he said.

  She passed it up to him, then found the stirrup with her hands and put her left foot in it. He grabbed her arm.

  “One, two, three.”

  On three, he pulled her as she pushed off the ground. For a second, there was an uncomfortable sensation of moving through nothing, then she settled behind his saddle, on the horse’s rump. He pressed her bottle of water into her hand.

  “Hang on,” he told her.

  “I’ll be fine.”

  “Do you have to argue about everything?”

  “Yes. It’s one of my best qualities.” As she spoke, she reached around his waist to hold on. If she didn’t, she would slide off and it was a long way to the ground.

  The horse moved forward.

  Sitting on the back of a horse was a lot different from sitting in a saddle. Instinctively Izzy held on with her thighs and tightened her grip on Nick’s waist. She rocked with the movement and found her nose pressed against his back.

  He was warm and his shirt still smelled like soap and fabric softener. Underneath that was the scent of male skin. Her fingers encountered nothing but muscles at his midsection. She might not know much about the guy, but based on how he’d swung her over his shoulder, and rode a horse, she would guess he worked out.