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Having waited long enough to consummate their relationship, she planned to put things right tonight. The three men hadn’t touched her at all since she had been back in their home, and now that she was well again, she was going to seduce them into making love with her.
    Giddy with excitement and arousal, she turned her horse back toward the house. She came to a halt when she saw another horse and rider galloping toward her. Reining in, she waited and took a deep, steadying breath when she saw it was Seton.
    He pulled his horse to an abrupt stop, the animal’s hooves kicking up clods of dirt as it reared. She looked up into his eyes. There was fire shooting out at her, and it wasn’t from sexual desire.
    “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You could have fallen off and injured yourself,” Seton snapped.
    “I was perfectly safe. You and your brothers taught me to ride, and we’ve gone out many times for a good run,” Janie stated calmly.
    “You have to be the most irresponsible woman I know. Don’t you know you’re supposed to let someone know where you’re going? How would we have known where to look for you if the need arose? You can’t just take off on a whim and not tell anyone where you are,” he said angrily. “And you’ve only just recovered from a beating. You shouldn’t even be riding.”
    Janie had never seen Seton so mad. He was usually so calm and in control, but he looked ready to erupt. Even though she hadn’t set out to anger him, she realized that this was what she wanted. She wanted to know the real man beneath that cold façade. She loved him and wanted to see that calm crack, to see the real, passionate man beneath, but she also wasn’t going to let him run roughshod all over her.
    “I wouldn’t be riding if I was still healing. I am healed, Seton. I had to get out for a while, but I’m sorry I didn’t let anyone know where I was. I won’t be so remiss again.”
    “I don’t care whether you think you’re healed or not. You will do as I say,” Seton commanded emphatically. “Now get your ass back to the house.”
    Janie looked him up and down as if he was something nasty she had stepped in then lifted her chin and looked at him down her nose.
    “Go screw yourself,” she muttered haughtily and kicked her mount into a gallop just as Seton growled low in his throat.
    God, what had she done? Pulling the tiger by the tail had never been an antic of hers. The shit was about to hit the fan, and she had a very bad feeling that she was the fan.
     

Chapter Nine
    Seton felt rage boiling up in him so high and hot he was scared he was about to blow. He hadn’t ever heard Janie so angrily supercilious before. And for her to talk to him like she just had when she knew he was already irate with her made him see red.
    Anger had never been a big problem with him before. His cool control was one of the traits his brothers and teammates often envied. So why was one gorgeous female able to ruffle his feathers so easily? God, he hated losing the tight restraint he kept on his emotions. No one had ever been able to goad him the way Janie did.
    Squeezing his legs firmly around his horse, he sent his stallion into a full-out gallop. It didn’t take long for him to catch up with her. The stallion he was riding was more powerful and had more stamina than any of the other horses. He caught Janie looking back at him from over her shoulder, and he was close enough to see the panic in her face.
    She turned back to the front, leaned down over her mount, and kicked it, hoping to outrun him. She didn’t stand a chance.
    Seton was beside her within another two strides. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he hauled her shrieking form from the saddle and onto his lap. Slowing his pace, he kept her safely within his arms, banded around her waist.
    They were within sight of the yard, so he didn’t stop until he was outside the stables. One of the hands grabbed the reins of Janie’s horse, and then he held