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everything she possessed in jeopardy? If only that were truly the case. What would it feel like to stop fighting, to stop worrying and simply allow herself to feel? She’d done it last night, but only for a while. She’d been certain she’d be safe even if it meant fighting a harder battle come morning.
    And she’d gotten caught. Someone knew. Someone had seen her.
    “Want some company?”
    Her step faltered at the slow, lazy drawl delivering the offer. She spun around. Her narrowed gaze landed on Gunner. He stood with one knee bent, his booted foot propped on the wall of the house behind him. A sprig of hay stuck out of the corner of his mouth, bobbing up and down as he gave it a leisurely chew. Her attention dropped to skim his solid T-shirt tucked into drool-worthy Wranglers. Like Diek, it didn’t matter if he went for Navy fatigues or blue jeans, the man was still heart-stopping and gorgeous from his Stetson to his boots.
    And you’re cowgirl-hat-over-your-own-boots in love with them all .
    Yeah, she was, and thinking about it now wasn’t gaining her a bit of ground in getting her head straight.
    “Don’t you have something to do?”
    Gunner tossed the sprig of hay on the ground and straightened. He hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans as he swaggered toward her. “Can’t think of anything, seeing as how you didn’t give me anything to do when you were dishing out orders in the kitchen a bit ago.”
    Mustang turned and started walking again. “You don’t work for me.”
    Shit, shit, double shit, why didn’t she think about that before now? Sidestepping Lucky and Diek didn’t take a lot of fancy footwork during ranching hours. She could easily send them clear off on the other side of the property at sunrise and not have to deal with them again before sunset. Gunner was apparently a whole different line dance.
    “I’m here, able, and bored. If you’ve got something you want done, lay it on me.” He shot her a look filled with innuendo and mischief.
    Mustang refused to touch that comment with a ten-foot pole. She could think of a number of things she wanted to lay on him. Herself being the first, damn it. A hard right hook to his chiseled jaw would be another.
    “I suppose you could talk with Chester, see what kind of work he has for you to do while you’re here. We’ll pay you, of course.”
    “That won’t be necessary.”
    She stopped at the door of the barn and looked back at him over her shoulder. “It will be if you’re working this ranch. Nobody works for free around here.”
    He nodded. “Fair enough. ’Course, I could always be your assistant.”
    Laughter concocted of equal parts hilarity and insanity bubbled in her throat. “I don’t need an assistant, Gunner.” She needed space, time to get her bearings, time to find herself again. “Diek and Lucky are on the back spread. Grab a horse or take my truck, and head out there. Tell them I said to put you to work.” His lips kicked into a grin that sent a cluster of butterflies fluttering to life in her belly. “What?”
    He shook his head. “You’re sexy as hell when you’re dishing out orders.”
    Mustang rolled her eyes. “Please.”
    “Just thinking it might not be a bad idea to try a little role reversal sometime. See what you’ve really got in you.”
    The idea didn’t hold the slightest bit of appeal for her. Gunner, Diek, and Lucky might be putting her every fear on edge right along with her every desire, but she wouldn’t have them any other way. Dominance on the ranch was one thing. She knew her own mind well enough to realize she would never find satisfaction in controlling them in bed.
    “What I’ve got in me right now is a million things to do and less time than I need to get them done.” Mustang pulled open the barn door. “Now, go find your brothers. We’re wasting daylight standing here jabbering.”
    “Yes ma’am.” Gunner tipped the brim of his Stetson. His milk-chocolate eyes danced with