news with a new employee.
Not an employee. His brother.
Whatever. But Colt didn’t know about the threats that had been coming more and more steadily in recent weeks. She’d told no one about those except for law enforcement and her social worker. Having a boyfriend beat her within an inch of her life was enough. No wonder Chance looked at her so sadly.
She was sad.
Click.
The sound startled her. Chance had opened her truck door, and she had no clue how he’d done it.
“That’s incredible,” she said.
Movie-star man simply smiled. “You should see what I can do with a spoon.” He grinned, tossed the knife into the air and caught it by the handle like a ninja warrior. That’s what he looked like, his arms huge, muscled and toned. His chest had been pretty spectacular, too. He had a deep ridge between his two pectoral muscles, and beneath that, square-shaped mounds, each one smaller than the other. His skin had looked as soft as lambskin, and so toned and hard she’d flushed like a piece of fruit in the summer sun when she’d spotted him standing at the top of those stairs. She’d never had a reaction like that to a man before. Never.
Movie-star man stared at her oddly.
“Th-thank you so much,” she stammered. And now she couldn’t even talk right.
“You’re welcome.”
She hated that she found him attractive. She would be working with him. That should have made her feel depressed, not...titillated.
“I should call the tow company,” she said, shuffling past him, pulling her truck door open and reaching for her purse. Sad that she had the tow company’s phone number memorized. She grabbed her phone...and saw it.
Twenty missed calls. Thirty text messages.
Oh, dear Lord.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
She couldn’t tell him what was wrong. This man was her new boss. The last thing she needed was to give him a bad impression by admitting how messed-up her life was.
“Is he stalking you?”
So he did know about James.
His eyes said it all. I know enough.
“Is he?”
She wanted to crumble. It made her so angry she fought back tears. She was not that woman, the one from some reality TV show who allowed a man to beat her and terrorize her and then crumbled at another man’s feet. She was strong. She could handle this. She could.
She was not her mom.
“Let me see your phone.”
She didn’t want him to look, and that killed her all over again, so much so when he reached for the phone she didn’t try to keep it away from him. It fell limply into his grasp.
“Wow.” He looked up from the screen. “Have you read these?”
She shook her head. What could she say? That she’d been too scared, and that had upset her all over again. How had it happened? How had she turned into such a complete loser? How had she followed in her mother’s footsteps?
James, she admitted. He’d beaten the confidence out of her.
“We’re calling the cops.”
“I called them already. Yesterday.” At least she’d found her voice again.
“And what did they say?”
“That they’d done everything they could. They talked to him. Warned him. I’ve filed for an emergency restraining order, but it’s not doing any good. He...” She swallowed. Why was this so hard to admit? “Follows me.”
He might even be outside the gates of Misfit Farms right now. He had been before.
“I’m taking you home.”
She straightened. “No. I can handle my ex.”
His expression was firm and implacable. “You don’t have a choice.”
“And you don’t have a vehicle.” She hadn’t seen one other than Colt’s big pickup truck.
“Colt said I could use his.”
“But then I’d have to leave my truck here.”
“I’ll take you wherever you need to go from here on out.”
“That’s too much.” She took a deep breath and repeated, “I can handle this.”
She could handle a fifteen-hundred-pound horse. Do tricks on them nobody in their right mind wanted to try. James was a scrawny human who liked to terrorize little women. She would deal.
“Look,” he said. “I wanted Colt to tell you this, but he was afraid you’d think he’d overstepped his bounds. Plus, I think he wanted to spare you the embarrassment.”
She tensed.
“The truth is, I’m not just your boss.”
She couldn’t move. She had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next.
“I’m your bodyguard.”
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
“You’re the reason why Colt put me in charge of his specialty act. Well, that and the fact my sister-in-law is pregnant and Colt plans to stay home with her soon. But while I learn the ropes, he’s asked me to keep an eye on you, and if you don’t mind, I’m going to do exactly that. Stay here. I’ll be right back with my brother’s truck.”
She shook her head, attempted to catch his sleeve, but he was already gone.
I’m your bodyguard.
Dear Lord in heaven.
Her humiliation was now complete.
* * *
“YOU REALLY DON’T have to do this,” Carolina said, smoothing down her blond pigtails.
“Actually, I do.”
His brother had filled him in on the situation last night. Told him about his idea, too, to put him in charge. It’d seemed stupid at first. He hadn’t ridden a horse in years, but Colt had insisted. The act didn’t involve riding, at least not on his part. It was all tricks from the ground, done by sleight of hand and verbal commands. The Galloping Girlz did the actual riding. All he’d have to do was learn the routine and keep an eye on the woman standing in front of him. A little woman. Someone easy to terrorize, by the looks of things.
“Where to?” he asked.
She didn’t seem happy, but when he opened the passenger-side door, she climbed in. “Do you know where the rodeo grounds are?”
“I think I do.” It’d been eight years, but he was pretty sure he could still find his way around.
“I live about a mile from them.”
Clear across town. Well, so be it. Those hadn’t been mild threats on her phone. They’d been a stream of vitriol so nasty he didn’t blame her for being distressed. If he’d had someone threatening to do those things, he’d be a little distracted, too.
“How long did you date this guy?”
She’d settled into her seat. “About a year.”
“Long time,” he observed, backing out of Colt’s parking spot next to a massive six-horse trailer with the name Rodeo Misfits on the side.
“Too long,” she added.
He cocked an eyebrow at her in question.
“I wanted to break up months ago, but I was...” She licked her lips.
“Scared,”