wondered if Shane knew that and had thrown out the topic of photography to help her get her bearings. But, no, she had never shared just how passionate she was about photography with anyone, not even Dennis, who had been a photographer himself. Sheâd learned as a child that being overly passionate about something sometimes invited criticism, even laughter or derision. Still, she was grateful for the chance to do something she understood even if she still had a lot to learn before she would feel that she had even come close to mastering her craft.
âYouâre safe,â she said. âI know how to take photos. Iâm not a pro by a long shot, but you wonât have to go looking for someone else as long as you donât need anything too involved.â
âJust basic shots,â he agreed.
âAnd these basic shotsâ¦theyâre of the barn youâre working on? Of the house?â
âA few of those, and some of the other landmarks on the ranch. Also Iâd like some of the horses.â Hadhis voice warmed just a little? Maybe. Maybe not. His expression gave nothing away.
Rachel wasnât nearly as successful at concealing her feelings. âYouâre bringing the horses back?â She couldnât help smiling.
âYou like horses?â
âIâI donât know. That is, of course Iâve seen them, and theyâre beautiful, but Iâve never actually spent time with any. Still, theyâll add some life to the ranch, wonât they? I meanâ¦itâs beautiful, but so quiet. Lonely.â
âYou donât like solitude?â
âI do. Sometimes.â But not too much. Sheâd spent too much of her life alone, or essentially alone. When she finally settled in Maine she wanted neighbors and friends she could keep for the long haul. But she hadnât started this topic to discuss her own past or preferences. Sheâd been trying to be practical, for once.
âIt just seems that a ranch would sell better and faster if it had horses,â she said. She remembered what Ruby and Angie had said about there not being many potential buyers around here.
âYouâre probably right. And horses are more than just beautiful creatures whoâll help sell the ranch. Theyâre useful, loyal and more. Iâll teach you to ride,â he said with a sudden devastating smile.
Oh, boy, there it was, that guy Ruby had referred to, the one who could talk a girl out of her clothes and her common sense, even though she knew he didnât have a thing to offer her.
âFor practical purposes,â he clarified. âEventually Iâll want you to take a few photos of some of the more remote areas of the ranch where there are no roads.â
A vision of herself and Shane riding side by side through a meadow, stopping to water their animalswhile he reached up and helped her from her horse, sliding her down the length of his body, came to her. Darn it, why did she suddenly feel so hot? Was she blushing? And why did she always have to have such a vivid imagination? It made her feel things she shouldnât feel and long for things that just werenât smart. Sometimes she craved impossible things. Like now.
Trying to shut down her imagination, she fell back on her years of boarding school training. She knew how to make polite responses in her sleep. âIâll look forward to it.â
The part of her that had conjured up that ridiculously foolish vision agreed completely with her statement. But the part of her that insisted on reality and truth knew that, as enchanted as she was with the idea of horses and riding horses, Shane was never in this lifetime going to get her up on one of those mammoth creatures.
She sure hoped he had an ATV stashed in the back of the garage somewhere. If she had to get somewhere remote she could probably manage one of those.
But horses were definitely out. In a minute, or maybe in a day, sheâd
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