Never Let You Go. Judy Christenberry

winning?”

      “That, too,” she added, her smile widening.

      “And satin shirts?”

      “If I admit to that, are you going to condemn me?” she asked, her expression now wary.

      He looked away as he shook his head no.

      “You see, Beulah didn’t think clothes were very important. And I was the youngest, so I never got anything new. Abby and Melissa wore them first.” Then she shook her head. “That’s not true. Occasionally, they were too hard on the clothes and they’d be worn out by the time Melissa had finished with them. I’ll never forget the one time I got a new pair of jeans.” This time she beamed at him, and he groaned under his breath. He had to stop hearing these confidences before he swept her into his arms and promised her anything her heart desired.

      A peal of laughter surprised him. He looked at her again.

      “I was so proud of my new jeans, I insisted on wearing them while we were riding fence line. And I ripped one leg into shreds on a barbed wire fence.”

      “Why was that so funny?”

      She chuckled again. “Oh, it’s hard to explain. I was afraid to face Aunt Beulah, but she just told me to take them off, and she spent the rest of the evening sewing them up again.”

      “She sounds like a fine lady,” he said, still not understanding her laughter.

      “Sometimes you remind me of her.”

      Her quiet words startled him more than her laughter. “What do you mean? I can’t sew a lick.”

      She laughed again. “I didn’t figure you could.”

      He glared at her, his only defense, and kicked Buster in the sides to speed up. They’d only found one break so far. No sense in wasting time talking.

      They finished the south fence line in a little over three hours. Jed was nothing if not efficient. He’d started out trying to keep Beth from helping.

      She ignored his tactics and pitched in.

      By the third break, he still barked orders, but he included her in the work. When she’d said he reminded her of Aunt Beulah, she’d meant his gruff exterior, but she already suspected underneath was a man with a heart of gold.

      When they reached the corral, he took care of his own horse, leaving her to deal with Snowdrop. Just the way she wanted it.

      “What horse are you planning to train?” he asked, his back to her.

      “I don’t know.”

      He turned to frown at her. “You don’t know?”

      “I thought it would be best to wait until I found a trainer and got his opinion about a horse. I love Snowdrop, but she doesn’t have the speed I’ll need.”

      He just stared at her.

      “Any suggestions? Do you know of a good horse? Price isn’t a problem.”

      “Damn, woman, you’re giving me carte blanche to rip you off. Don’t do that.” He turned his back to her again.

      She grinned. Did he think she was no judge of men? She might not know how to handle a man romantically, but she’d learned from Aunt Beulah how to judge a man’s character. And even if he didn’t like her, Jed Davis was a man to be trusted.

      “So you want me to pick a horse on my own?”

      He’d just reached up to lift the saddle off Buster, but instead, he rested his hands on the saddle and bowed his head until his Stetson was almost resting on the leather. Then he gave a gusty sigh, as if she was too much to bear.

      “There’s this pretty little sorrel on the next ranch. We’d look good together, but I don’t think she has the cutting ability we’d need. Or Bill Garland has several horses he’s been trying to sell me,” she continued, wondering how long he’d maintain his silence. “Of course, Aunt Beulah wouldn’t ever buy a horse from him. She called him a shyster.”

      “I know a horse.” His terse words stopped her.

      “You do?”

      “About an hour’s drive from here, just into the Oklahoma panhandle. It’ll cost you a pretty penny.”

      “Okay.”

      He dragged his saddle and blanket off Buster and stalked into the stable. She took her saddle and followed him.

      “So, when can we go see him?”

      “I’ll go pick him up. I can get a better price without you there.” He never looked at her.

      “No.”

      “Yes.”

      “No. I won’t agree to the purchase unless I get to see the animal first.”

      “The minute Joe knows the horse is for you, the price will be over the moon. You’ll just have to trust me on this. I’m going alone.”

      “No.”

      Jed dumped his saddle on the stable wall where one of his horses was penned. Then he turned around to stare at her, his hands riding his hips and a fierce look on his face. “Lady, when I train someone, I’m in charge. I make the decisions.”

      “Mister, when I’m buying a horse, I get to take a look before I put down my money.” She put her hands on her hips and glared back.

      “I knew this wasn’t going to work,” he muttered. “I’ll pack up and be out of here in an hour.”

      He turned his back again and Beth felt her heartbeat racing. She didn’t want him to go. Because he would be a good teacher, she assured herself. That was the reason.

      “Boy, you sure give up easy. It’s a wonder you were successful at all on the rodeo circuit.”

      When he spun around and began advancing on her, Beth didn’t hesitate to beat a retreat. Until her back hit the stable door across the aisle and she had nowhere to go.

      That didn’t stop Jed Davis from coming after her.