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enough.”
    â€œYou’re limping,” Alison said, her expression concerned. “Are you okay?”
    She was annoyed that they’d noticed. “I’m fine.”
    â€œExcept this is probably related to the work you were doing today?” Lane asked.
    â€œMaybe.” She looked resolutely at her drink and not at Lane.
    â€œWhat did he have you do? Were you riding the horses or bench-pressing them?”
    Rebecca scowled. “There was just more lifting than I anticipated.”
    â€œWhat’s happening?” Alison asked.
    Rebecca shook her head, and Lane shot her a sharp look, then spoke anyway. “Rebecca is working for the guy who caused her accident.”
    â€œYou’re what?” Alison asked.
    Rebecca reached across the table and grabbed hold of the remaining cherry on Lane’s toothpick, then took the unnaturally red fruit and popped it into her mouth.
    â€œHey!” Lane groused. “Cherry-stealing bitch.”
    â€œLoudmouth.”
    â€œWhat is going on?” Alison asked, clearly unamused by all of the antics.
    â€œExactly what I said,” Lane said. “Rebecca has decided to work for the guy who caused her accident, and clearly she has put herself under physical duress doing it.”
    â€œWhy?” Alison asked. “Rebecca, do you need money? If you need money, you can ask us. I would much rather give you some. Or, put you to work mixing frosting.”
    â€œI don’t need money,” she said, feeling like a cat that had been backed up against the wall. “There’s a specific thing that I have to work out. And it requires working for him.”
    â€œCould you possibly be more cagey?” Lane asked.
    â€œIf I tried,” Rebecca said, her tone deadpan, “I suppose I could be.”
    â€œI just don’t get it.”
    â€œIt’s complicated. I owe him money.”
    â€œHow do you owe him money?”
    â€œIt’s complicated!” A prickling sensation assaulted the back of Rebecca’s neck, and she looked up just in time to see Gage walking through the door of the bar. “Oh, great,” she muttered.
    â€œWhat?” Alison asked.
    â€œNothing,” Rebecca responded. She stood up, taking a long drink of the last of her beer. “I need another drink.”
    She made her way back over to the bar, too late remembering that everything hurt and walking across the space was an assault. “More beer,” she said to Ace, setting the glass on the countertop.
    â€œWhat happened?”
    She turned around, her heart thundering hard against her chest as her gaze clashed with Gage’s stormy blue eyes. “Nothing,” she bit out.
    â€œThen why are you limping?”
    Rage poured down through her like an acid rain. “Oh, I have a little bit of a problem sometimes with my joints. My bones ache. Not because I’m old, mind you. But because I sustained a pretty serious injury to my leg and sometimes after I work, the muscles tighten up and everything goes a little bit nuts.” She gritted her teeth. “I feel like you might know something about that.”
    â€œThe work is too much for you,” he said, his voice flat.
    Ace came back over to the bar and set the glass down in front of Rebecca.
    â€œPut that on my tab, Ace,” Gage said.
    She grabbed hold of the beer, her heart hammering hard. “Don’t do that, Ace.”
    â€œDon’t listen to her,” Gage said.
    â€œI’m going to pay for the beer if you can’t figure it out,” Ace said, turning away from them and going to help another customer.
    â€œI’m trying to work off my debt to you,” she said, “not accrue more.”
    â€œI can’t buy you a beer?”
    â€œI’m confused about why you’re talking to me.”
    â€œI don’t like you limping like this. I don’t like that the work hurt you.”
    â€œI didn’t ask for your