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cover that mouth and coerce her into acquiescence. Easy. But not smart.
    Fisting his hands and gritting his teeth, he resisted. “Show me your records.”
    The color drained from her face but determination firmed her chin. “Find Your Center is about so much more than profit and loss.”
    â€œSpoken like someone trying to justify a losing proposition.”
    She pointed to a shelf packed with periodicals. “Our program has been written up in almost every horse magazine on the market, giving the stable free positive advertising globally. You can’t put a value on that. You should read the articles.”
    â€œHannah—” He growled her name in warning.
    â€œPeople relocate entire families to North Carolina to take advantage of our services.” Desperation rushed her words.
    â€œI want to be certain you’re not taking advantage of my deep pockets to fund an underperforming segment of your operation.”
    She took a deep breath and stared him down, looking more resolute than ever. “I’m sure you’re aware Sutherland Farm makes a lot of money. The farm needs our charitable organization as a tax shelter.”
    Her evasion was beginning to irritate and strangely, intrigue him. She wasn’t afraid to fight for what she believed in, but she didn’t do so by throwing a tantrum as he would have expected a pampered princess to do. She argued with nearly logical data.
    While a part of him respected and admired her tenacity because he shared the same trait, another part of him wanted the matter settled so he could walk away from her and the unwanted attraction, and from the involvement with suffering horses that reminded him too much of Sam’s losing battle.
    â€œAn interesting argument, but not my concern.”
    â€œDid you know we’ve been the blueprint for other stables to start similar programs? We’ve actually trained their managers.Unfortunately, there are not enough programs around to meet the needs of the special popul—”
    â€œHannah.” He grabbed her shoulders. Her deltoids bunched beneath his fingers, revealing more strength than her slender build implied. His desire instantly resurfaced, simmering through him like thick, hot lava. “Stop with the sales pitch and bring out the financials or you’re fired.”
    She paled, then shrugged off his hold. “I will if you promise to come out and see us in action tomorrow.”
    Her audacity shocked a laugh from him. “You’re in no position to make demands.”
    â€œYou asked for a tour. FYC is part of the farm. Stop by and watch us work our magic. Interview our students and their families and let them tell you how we’ve improved their lives. We even have doctors’ testimonials—”
    â€œI have other commitments tomorrow. And I’m out of patience now. Give me the damned books.”
    Resignation settled over her features. “I’ll print the spreadsheets for you, but I’ll need to explain them.”
    â€œExcuse them, you mean. I run a multimillion-dollar company. I can decipher a profit and loss statement.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œ Hannah. Stop. Stalling.”
    She radiated frustration. “You can’t waltz in here and strip away everything good about Sutherland Farm. There’s more to the business than assets and debits. You’re not taking the people into account—the people who work here and the ones whose lives we change for the better with our services.”
    Give the stubborn woman kudos for being an articulate opponent. If he wanted a spokesperson selling his product, he wanted one with her conviction. Too bad they were on opposing teams. “Who owns the rescue horses?”
    She bit her lip and he instantly recalled her taste and the texture of her soft flesh against his. “Once we get all the legalities taken care of, my name goes on the registration papers.”
    â€œNot Sutherland