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someday he’ll be rich as your old man. Own himself a house bigger than yours. Can you imagine?”
    “Why not?” Cassidy said.
    He turned to face her again, and this time there was no light in his eyes. He dropped his cigarette and squashed the butt with the heel of his boot. “Because there’s a system. The haves and the have-nots. Chase just hasn’t figured out where he stands. He’s a dreamer.”
    “And you’re not?”
    “It’s a waste of time, Cass.” His lips were thin and harsh. “Well, break’s over,” he said, as if suddenly realizing he was talking to the boss’s daughter. “Time to get back to work.”
    “Everybody dreams.”
    “Only fools.”
    She couldn’t help herself. She reached out, grabbing his arm as if to keep him from stepping away from her. He glanced at her hand, then slowly lifted his head until his gaze touched hers. “You…you must have dreams,” she said, unable to let go of the conversation, the intimacy, the feeling of dark want that had started to unwind deep in the very center of her.
    His lips curled cynically. “Believe me, you don’t want to know about the kind of dreams I have.” His voice was barely a whisper.
    Cassidy licked her lips. “I do. I want to know.”
    “Oh, Cass, give it up.” Slowly he peeled her fingers from his arm, but his gaze still held hers, and for the first time she saw a glimmer of something—some deep emotion he hid—a flicker of desire in his dusky blue eyes. “Believe me, the less you know about me, the better.”
     
    Every muscle in Brig’s body ached from five hours of stretching fence line and two hours of shoveling manure from the broodmare barn. He smelled bad, felt worse, and couldn’t wait to get off work, though he looked forward to working with Cassidy’s feisty colt. Remmington was ornery and mean, but was slowly coming around. In another week he’d be tame enough for Rex Buchanan’s mule-headed daughter to ride. Then maybe she’d quit bugging him. Not that he minded all that much, but she was just a kid, barely sixteen, a tomboy who didn’t know that she was becoming a woman. Gritting his teeth, he remembered the heat he’d felt in her fingertips when she’d touched him the other day, when he’d witnessed a shimmer of passion in her gold eyes. Funny, he’d never really looked into her eyes before, never realized that a spattering of freckles across a girl’s nose could be sexy. For the love of Christ, what was he thinking? She was the boss’s daughter. And only sixteen. Problem was he was horny as hell. Needed to get laid. Then he’d quit thinking about her.
    Sure. Since when do you ever quit thinking about a woman? He’d been cursed from the age of fourteen, wanting sex all the time.
    He took a break and lit up, drawing hard on his smoke and resting his shoulders against the rough bark of a single fir tree near the stable. He glanced up at the Buchanan house and snorted. A family of five, living like goddamned royalty in a mansion big enough for fifty.
    “Well, fancy meeting you out here,” a soft female voice intoned. Brig didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know that Angie had found him again. Third time this week. She was gorgeous, he’d give her that, prettier than her little sister, but big trouble.
    Still propped against the tree, he rotated and found her squinting up at him with those incredible blue eyes. Her white shorts rode high on her thighs, barely covering her crotch, and her breasts were squeezed into the top of a black two-piece swimming suit a couple of sizes too small.
    “Somethin’ I can do for you?” he drawled, dragging hard on his Camel.
    The tip of her tongue flicked against her lips. “I could think of a lot of things.” Her eyes twinkled with a naughty, you-can’t-believe-what-you’re-missing look. She tilted her head to one side and her black ponytail fell forward, the tip curling on the swell of one breast. “But right now Dena needs someone to bring up a ladder to