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Reid scowled at his head groom. “She’s been grooming this colt for over two years. I brought her here for the horse.”
Bennie eyed the other man. “We don’t need no more trouble.”
The old man was right. Women were common in the racing world, but a young, pretty girl in the middle of an all-male crew could cause problems. Reid should’ve realized that even before Bennie brought it up. If he’d been thinking straighter, he would’ve told the girl no when she asked to come aboard, but he had wanted her, truth be told. He had wanted her for the horse.
“There’ll be no trouble. Should you see signs otherwise, I want to know about it, understand?”
Bennie nodded.
“Is she here?”
“She’s down in number 20 with the new hope.”
Reid strode to the barn’s far end, angry with himself and his own shortsightedness. The girl had come eight hundred miles. He wasn’t going to tell her to turn around and leave. He could find her something at Keeneland, but, bottom line, he didn’t want her to go. He needed her here. He wanted her here, he realized as he moved through the shadows and sunbeams.
He would keep an eye on her and the men, he decided as he passed too many empty stalls. His crew were good men, but still Bennie was right—they were men, and the new groom was a young, single, attractive woman. Hamilton Hills didn’t need any more trouble.
He heard her voice like a lullaby before he reached the stall almost at the end of the wide lane. She spoke too softly for him to hear the words but he knew from the singsong rhythm, she was promising the animal only good things. Past the half-opened stall door, he saw her. She was at the horse’s side, speaking into that huge black neck that blocked Reid from her view. The light turned the animal’s coat blue and the straw gleamed. He heard a wistful, sad note in the soft song now as he moved toward the stall and wondered what sorrows this young woman had. The horse watched him as he approached, then swung his head and curved his neck around the woman in a horse hug. Not wanting to startle the woman, Reid made his steps heavier.
“Good morning.”
He sensed rather than saw her fear. If a filly, she would have been skittish and difficult to manage. The colt also felt her nervousness and swung his head up, shuffled his front feet. The woman had been brought here to keep the horse calm. Bennie was right. He’d made a mistake, but he’d deal with it later. Right now, he wanted to calm the woman—and the horse.
She’d already become aware of her charge’s shift in mood and had begun the soft crooning that lulled him. Reid saw the calm come over the animal as if bewitched, and he marveled at this wisp of a woman’s power. The horse eyed him.
“So you two made it?”
“Yessir.” She kept distance between them.
He shook his head. “I’m Reid, Dani. Just Reid.”
She nodded, not looking at him.
“So what does our fella here think of his new home?”
“Clover hay, sweet feed, Kentucky bluegrass.” She smiled her gentle smile and patted the horse’s cheek. “He’ll be happy here.”
“What about you?”
She looked at him, her eyes again startled as if unaccustomed to questions about herself. He looked away from her mouth, away from her slightly parted, full lips that struck him as particularly vulnerable. The sense that it was a mistake bringing this woman here became stronger. “You’re all situated?”
She nodded, stroking the horse’s neck.
“Everything satisfactory?”
“Yessir.”
“Reid,” he reminded.
“Reid,” she dutifully repeated.
Something in that soft utterance stopped him. He looked at the woman for several silent seconds before dismissing the sensation. Still Bennie’s dire predictions lingered in his mind.
“You’ve met some of the crew? You rode down with them, right?”
Her hand stilled on the horse’s coat. “Yes.”
“And you’ve met a few more since you got here?”
“Yes.” Her long hair was sleeked back across her crown in her customary braid, and as opposed to the horse’s dark gleam, it turned fawn in the light. She looked at him, waiting for him to make the point he was bumbling toward. The colt shifted his weight.
“You’ve probably noticed they’re all men?”
She looked confused. “Yes,” she answered with a high note of question.
“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” At the moment, he was the one feeling uncomfortable as the small woman stared at him. He saw her cheeks color, but it wasn’t until she spoke, he realized her flush was more from anger than embarrassment.
“I’ll take care of your horse, Mr. Hamilton—”
He didn’t bother to correct her.
“And I’ll take care of myself.” Her voice was resolute but low and steady, not wanting to spook the horse.
“Good, but should something occur otherwise between you and the crew, I expect you’ll tell me directly.”
She paused as if struggling with her answer. Finally she nodded.
He knew she was lying.
She knew he knew.
“We’ll turn Solstice out today, give him a little rest after the trip. You can check in the training barn, see if they need any help with the yearlings.”
She nodded.
“Have him tacked up for training early tomorrow.” He felt her gaze on him as he walked back to the front of the barn. He met Bennie coming out of the barn’s office.
“What house is she in?” he asked, referring to the tenant residences scattered around the property.
“The one out past the foaling barn.”
Reid looked to the other end of the barn, saw Dani’s slight silhouette as she stepped outside the stall. “I want her closer.”
Bennie scratched his wiry head. “There are none closer. That’s it.”
Reid thought a moment, his gaze on the woman until she disappeared back into the stall. “There’s the cabin at the one end of the lower pasture. It can be seen from the main house. I’ll have it aired out and cleaned up. Move her in there tomorrow.”
Chapter Four
Dani halted at the sweep of rich lawn that led to the main house. It was bigger and grander than she remembered. The back, shaded by ancient oaks, was less impressive than the front with its curving portico and thick, tall columns topped with scrolled crowns. Still anxiety overwhelmed Dani’s indignation, and she turned to go back to her new quarters without a fight when she saw Trey round the corner of the back veranda, his grandmother in pursuit.
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