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atop the horse.
    Mentioning her wet attire, Chynna spurred Noah out of his down-to-business attitude to remember she was a flesh-and-blood woman, and his eyes darted to her breasts, which in her rain-soaked tank top was plastered to her like a second skin. The cold air had caused her nipples to form into tiny buds.
    Noah must have sensed her self-consciousness, because he reached for a nearby hook where a suede jacket hung and handed it to her. “For you, my lady.”
    â€œHow chivalrous of you,” Chynna said as she slipped her arms into the warm coat. When she was done, she swung one leg over, and before she knew it, Noah grabbed a hold of her hips to help her solidly to the ground. She turned around to thank him, and his eyes were cloudy with something she couldn’t quite detect. Lust. Fear. Anger. There were a lot of emotions running through Noah Hart. But before she could act or question any of them, he’d turned away.
    With his back to her, he said, “When the rain lets up, I’ll take you back to your spa. In the meantime, you’ll have to hang out here. That’s if you don’t mind slumming it.”
    At her sharp intake of breath, Noah knew he’d overstepped a boundary.
    â€œSlumming it?” Chynna asked.
    â€œWell, you were at the Canyon Spa, and only rich women with a lot of time on their hands go there.”
    Chynna folded her arms across her chest. “Oh, really? And what would you know about it?”
    â€œPlenty, actually,” Noah replied. “My family has had this ranch for over thirty-five years, and we’ve seen plenty of folks come and go. Some of those very same rich women came here to our dude ranch thinking it was going to be the same as Canyon Ranch, and they were sorely disappointed that there weren’t spa treatments and yoga every day.”
    â€œHas anyone ever told you you’re judgmental?”
    â€œMany folks have,” a female voice said from behind them.
    Noah turned around, and a petite female with wild, unruly spiral curls hanging down her back was watching them. She was cute as a button with big brown eyes, curly lashes and a shapely figure. She had the same coloring and facial features as Noah, and Chynna surmised that they must be related.
    â€œNo one asked you, Ry,” Noah replied.
    â€œWell, I offered.” Rylee came forward with a friendly smile as she offered her hand. “Rylee Hart, Noah’s sister.”
    Chynna looked back and forth at the two of them. “I couldn’t have guessed.”
    â€œNoah seems to think he knows everything from people to horses.” Rylee eyed her brother suspiciously.
    â€œI’m usually right,” Noah said, walking away from them and removing the bridle, harness and saddle off the horse. He grabbed a brush from the tack room and returned with several biscuit treats that he fed the horse before brushing him down to cool him off.
    â€œYou look like you could use a shower,” Rylee said, looking at Chynna in her brother’s suede jacket and wet clothes.
    â€œYeah, we kind of got caught in the downpour.”
    â€œAfter Kenya here ploughed her Jeep into our fence,” Noah commented, continuing to brush the horse down.
    Rylee looked at Chynna strangely when Noah called her Kenya. Did Rylee know who she was? She couldn’t have because she said nothing, so Chynna shrugged it off. Clearly, her anxiety was getting the best of her. No one knew her true identity. It wouldn’t do for the press to get wind of her whereabouts.
    â€œC’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” Rylee said, walking toward the exit of the stables. She grabbed her rain jacket off a nearby hook and wrapped it around her. “We’ll see you inside,” she told her brother, who merely nodded his assent without a backward glance.
    Chynna glanced at his back for several long minutes. She was certain she’d seen something in his eyes before Rylee had