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astonishment on her gamine face.
“Don’t act so surprised. I don’t know if I should be offended by your shock,” he said, walking over to the supplies they kept nearby, grabbing a brush and returning. He began stroking it over the mare, but gave up the brush to Sonia when she held out her hand.
“Okay. Spill,” she demanded.
She began to brush the animal, pleasure in her face as she took over the task. Nick leaned against the stall wall and crossed his arms over his chest.
She had taken to ranch life as though she’d been born to it. From the moment she’d set foot on the ranch he’d known she was destined to stay.
From the moment she and his brother had first laid eyes on each other, fireworks erupted and everyone had known she was there to stay.
He shook his head at his own sentimental thoughts, laughing at himself.
None of that was for him—the destined-mate thing. Immediately, Sinclair’s image appeared in his mind.
Sonia chose that moment to glance at him over her shoulder as she continued to brush the mare.
She gasped, her mouth forming a perfect O.
“Oooh.... You’re thinking about her now!”
Despite himself, he chuckled. “You know...you sounded like a little kid when you just said that, right?”
“I may sound like a little kid, but Pika has a girrrrlfriend. Pika has a girrrrlfriend. ” She giggled, further making her point, then laughed outright when he reached down to the floor, grabbed a fistful of hay and tossed it at her.
“Brat,” he said good-naturedly.
She brushed aside the hay in her hair, laughing, “I just got my hair done, boy!”
He laughed along with her, thinking that only Sonia could get away with calling him boy.
Looking at his sister-in-law’s hair that lay on her shoulders, unpinned, as well as the casual way she disregarded the hay, made him think of Sinclair.
He wondered if she ever let her hair down. Just completely relaxed, and allowed herself to be free like that. He knew she had it in her to do so.
He did a quick reality check, and admitted to himself that just about everything reminded him of the woman.
“It’s Sinclair Adams,” he said and carefully watched his sister-in-law’s reaction.
She went back to the task of brushing the mare’s rich dark coat, her expression sobering. “Oh...I see. Was she here, then?” she asked, knowing that the lawyer had been expected to visit the ranch.
He was counting on the fact that his brother hadn’t informed his wife of all the details, and the fact that he’d given Nick the responsibility for “dealing with” Sinclair, as Key had put it.
He scratched his head, suddenly ill at ease. He’d have to tread carefully.
“She is. And thing is, I’m not all that sure what I think about it all.”
“In what way?”
He sighed. “It’s no secret how I felt about my mother and...Clint Wilde. The whole secrecy behind who our father was.... Why our parents never told us...” he began.
Sonya nodded, yet remained silent.
She, like Key and their father, as well as those other few close members of their extended family, was aware of Nick’s anger over the deception.
“What I do know is that I invited her here with the intention of getting what I thought my brother and I were due. I own up to that. But now that she’s here... Hell, Sonia, I’m just not sure.”
“Do you still feel that way, Pika? That the Wildes...owe you?”
“Not so much ‘owe’ as I guess I just wanted an explanation.”
“For?” she asked, continuing to brush the animal, giving it her attention.
Yet Nick knew she was giving closer attention to what he was telling her. It wasn’t every day that Nick opened up.
“For?” he asked, anger tightening his face. “For...why the hell Clint Wilde never checked up on Mom after she left. All this love he had for her... Why not check up on her to make sure she was okay?” he snapped.
She turned to look at him. The softening of her expression and the sympathy he saw there was
“Don’t act so surprised. I don’t know if I should be offended by your shock,” he said, walking over to the supplies they kept nearby, grabbing a brush and returning. He began stroking it over the mare, but gave up the brush to Sonia when she held out her hand.
“Okay. Spill,” she demanded.
She began to brush the animal, pleasure in her face as she took over the task. Nick leaned against the stall wall and crossed his arms over his chest.
She had taken to ranch life as though she’d been born to it. From the moment she’d set foot on the ranch he’d known she was destined to stay.
From the moment she and his brother had first laid eyes on each other, fireworks erupted and everyone had known she was there to stay.
He shook his head at his own sentimental thoughts, laughing at himself.
None of that was for him—the destined-mate thing. Immediately, Sinclair’s image appeared in his mind.
Sonia chose that moment to glance at him over her shoulder as she continued to brush the mare.
She gasped, her mouth forming a perfect O.
“Oooh.... You’re thinking about her now!”
Despite himself, he chuckled. “You know...you sounded like a little kid when you just said that, right?”
“I may sound like a little kid, but Pika has a girrrrlfriend. Pika has a girrrrlfriend. ” She giggled, further making her point, then laughed outright when he reached down to the floor, grabbed a fistful of hay and tossed it at her.
“Brat,” he said good-naturedly.
She brushed aside the hay in her hair, laughing, “I just got my hair done, boy!”
He laughed along with her, thinking that only Sonia could get away with calling him boy.
Looking at his sister-in-law’s hair that lay on her shoulders, unpinned, as well as the casual way she disregarded the hay, made him think of Sinclair.
He wondered if she ever let her hair down. Just completely relaxed, and allowed herself to be free like that. He knew she had it in her to do so.
He did a quick reality check, and admitted to himself that just about everything reminded him of the woman.
“It’s Sinclair Adams,” he said and carefully watched his sister-in-law’s reaction.
She went back to the task of brushing the mare’s rich dark coat, her expression sobering. “Oh...I see. Was she here, then?” she asked, knowing that the lawyer had been expected to visit the ranch.
He was counting on the fact that his brother hadn’t informed his wife of all the details, and the fact that he’d given Nick the responsibility for “dealing with” Sinclair, as Key had put it.
He scratched his head, suddenly ill at ease. He’d have to tread carefully.
“She is. And thing is, I’m not all that sure what I think about it all.”
“In what way?”
He sighed. “It’s no secret how I felt about my mother and...Clint Wilde. The whole secrecy behind who our father was.... Why our parents never told us...” he began.
Sonya nodded, yet remained silent.
She, like Key and their father, as well as those other few close members of their extended family, was aware of Nick’s anger over the deception.
“What I do know is that I invited her here with the intention of getting what I thought my brother and I were due. I own up to that. But now that she’s here... Hell, Sonia, I’m just not sure.”
“Do you still feel that way, Pika? That the Wildes...owe you?”
“Not so much ‘owe’ as I guess I just wanted an explanation.”
“For?” she asked, continuing to brush the animal, giving it her attention.
Yet Nick knew she was giving closer attention to what he was telling her. It wasn’t every day that Nick opened up.
“For?” he asked, anger tightening his face. “For...why the hell Clint Wilde never checked up on Mom after she left. All this love he had for her... Why not check up on her to make sure she was okay?” he snapped.
She turned to look at him. The softening of her expression and the sympathy he saw there was
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