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reacquainted with the staff and making nice with the higher ups.” So much for asking about April; she’d have to save those questions for another time.
    The clunk of boots on the steps drew their attention.
    “Hey, Darc.” Trent tapped the brim of his Stetson. “Jordan.”
    Was it just her, or did his voice sound deeper, smoother, more throaty when he said her name? She met his hot stare. “Hello.”
    “Any left?” He nodded toward the coffee.
    “You know Ms. Liz keeps it brewing.” Darcy rose. “Let me get you a cup.”
    “I’ll get it. Didn’t mean to interrupt.” Opening the screen, the hunky cowboy disappeared inside.
    Looking straight ahead at nothing in particular, listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen, Jordan crossed one leg over the other and clasped her hands together around the cup. If you act calm, you’ll be calm , she told herself. She glanced up, found a sad smile on her friend’s face, and stood. “I took up enough of your time today. Besides, if I’m going to take you up on that ride, I should go change.”
    The door banged on the hinges.
    “How’s the shoulder?” Darcy asked, clearing her throat.
    “Healing.”
    “Nice shiner you gave my fiancé by the way. Thanks.” She scowled.
    Trent rubbed his jaw line. “He had it coming.”
    Jordan sat back down as she noted a puffed up bruise on his chin. She caressed his face with her gaze, traveling over every inch, wondering what happened between the brothers. A gleam in his chocolate depths captivated her as a lazy grin lifted the side of his sexy mouth. She bit her bottom lip.
    “You both need to grow up,” his future sister-in-law huffed, folding her arms over her chest.
    “What’s the fun in that?” Trent chuckled. “Anyway, he sent me to grab those papers on the horses you discussed with Mom and Pop.”
    “I think they’re in the office.” She raised a brow in Jordan’s direction. “Nick and Sam want to dedicate a couple of weekends throughout the year to holding special camp-outs for different organizations and groups, like Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts, even for handicapped kids. These horses are supposed to be as sound as they get.”
    “Let me know if you’d like help.” She peeked over at the maddening male on her right, and a rush of heat ran the course of her body.
    “I hoped you’d say that.” Darcy faced her future brother-in-law. “Jordan’s a registered nurse.”
    “I’ve heard.”
    “Wouldn’t it be great to have her on hand in case of an emergency?”
    “Sure.” His attention didn’t waver.
    After another quick eyebrow raise, she headed inside. “I’ll…ah…go get those papers.”
    Sooner or later he’d have to look away, right? Jordan straightened in her seat and sipped the coffee to wet her parched throat, then made a project of wiping an imaginary spot off her shorts. The sun’s rays caused perspiration to bead between her breasts. Shifting in her seat, she wondered how long they could sit in silence. Where the heck was Darcy? The documents couldn’t be that hard to locate.
    Trent drank more of his coffee and set the cup on the railing, never taking his gaze off her.
    “Here ya go.” The brunette returned and handed over the folder.
    “Thanks.” He snatched the file, tipped his hat back, and stalked over to stand in front of Jordan.
    Her heart rate tripled, and her breathing became shallow as she gazed up the length of his never-ending body and over the hard contours his clothing outlined. A surge of desire ignited low in her belly.
    Leaning down, his lips brushed hers, barely making contact, yet touching her too much.
    Her toes curled against her sandals.
    “I’ll see you later.” Angling his Stetson, he descended the stairs, remounted, and glanced up once more before heading toward the barn.
    Oh, man. He was lethal.

Chapter Six
    “Okay, well, today certainly turned into a scorcher,” Darcy chortled. “Why don’t you go change and meet me at the barn. I’ll introduce