To Have And To Hold: Made for Marriage / To Wed a Rancher / The Mummy Proposal

He shrugged. “Something to hide behind, I guess. She still wants riding lessons.”

Callie clicked Kirra forward and began to walk from the arena. “Well, Janelle Evans is a good instructor.”

He stepped in beside her. “She’s asked for you.”

“She can’t … you can’t … I just …”

Something happened then. Her legs stopped moving. Her lungs stopped breathing as she turned and their eyes locked. For one extraordinary moment Callie knew that whatever she was feeling, he was feeling it, too. It was crazy, heady and blindingly powerful.

He spoke first. “Lily rarely asks for anything.”

Callie continued walking. “Which means?”

“Which means I’m inclined to do whatever I can to see that she gets what she wants.”

They got to the gate. Callie tied Kirra to the railing, took a deep breath. “I’m not sure I—”

“Callie,” he said “Please, reconsider.” He placed his hand on her arm. A light touch, but the electricity coursing between their skin could not be denied. He looked at his hand but didn’t remove it. Callie stood still, held in place by his touch, by the mere wisp of space that lay between them. “Lily needs you.” He paused, watching her. “And I … and I need you.”

Chapter Four (#u418be5ea-a9d5-52b7-a196-c52cb9116728)

Callie moved her arm. Away from his touch. Away from temptation. Away from the realization that she liked how his hand felt against her skin.

I need you …

There was something startlingly intimate about the way he spoke the words. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had said that to her. Maybe never. Craig hadn’t needed her. And Noah Preston didn’t need her, either … not really. He just wanted her to teach his daughter to ride a horse.

“I can’t.”

He smiled. “Yes, you can.”

God, he was relentless. Callie lifted her chin. “I said I can’t.”

“She’ll be on her best behavior,” he said.

Callie expelled a heavy breath. “Even if she is, I’m not—”

“Is your unwillingness actually about Lily?” he interrupted her. “Or something else?”

Her heart quickened. “Like what?”

He looked at her. Really looked. Callie felt compelled to turn her gaze away, but she didn’t. Couldn’t. She’d never felt this kind of intensity with anyone before. She’d spent years convincing herself she didn’t want it.

“I thought that perhaps you and …” He stopped, hesitated and sort of half smiled. “I think we … I think we might have started off on the wrong foot.”

He wasn’t kidding. But she wasn’t about to admit it. She wasn’t about to admit to anything. Instead, she thought about the practical. “Why this sudden confidence in my abilities?”

“Because Lily believes in you.”

Callie didn’t break their eye contact. “Even though you don’t?”

“And if I said I did? Would you reconsider teaching Lily? If I apologized again for being a jerk and asked you to do this for my daughter?”

Her insides quivered. Don’t be nice to me. “You don’t give up easily.”

He shook his head. “Not when I want something.” He looked around. “I heard you’d lost some students recently.”

She stared at him. “How did you know that?”

He grinned. “Local gossip.”

Callie’s skin prickled. Just like the local gossip she’d listened to last weekend. “Yes, I did.”

He looked around, to the house, then back to her. “So, it looks like you’re not doing well financially.”

More prickles. “I’m not filing for bankruptcy just yet.”

A full smile this time. “I didn’t mean to imply you were,” he said carefully. “But I thought perhaps we could strike a deal.”

Cautious, Callie’s interest spiked. “What kind of deal?”

“Your usual fee—plus I’ll help prevent your house from ‘crumbling around your ears.’”

She stilled. “And how exactly will you do that?”

“I’ll do whatever maintenance needs to be done while Lily’s having her lessons.”

Callie looked at him suspiciously. “Do you work construction?”

“No,” he replied. “But I know my way around a toolbox.”

I’ll bet you do. Suddenly she was tempted. Very tempted. She did need the money. And as for his offer to help repair her house … that idea dangled like a juicy carrot in front of her nose. With windows that wouldn’t open, doors needing repair, fence palings hanging loose and the knowledge she needed to chase the entire house with a paintbrush, the lure of his offer teased her. Refusing would be impulsive. And foolish.

And Lily … she wanted to help Lily. Helping Lily was suddenly important to her.

Oh, hell.

“Okay,” she said quickly, before she had time to think about what it might mean to have him hanging around her house every Sunday morning. Him and his adorable kids.

Noah looked instantly pleased. “Good. Will you start today?”

She shook her head. “No. Next week. Sunday, nine o’clock.”

He stepped back, finally, and she dipped underneath Kirra’s neck, feeling safer with the horse between them. “Thank you, Callie. You won’t regret it.”

Too late … she already did.

He walked off without another word, collecting his kids along the way. Once his truck had disappeared down the driveway, Callie took off Kirra’s tack and led her to the washing bay.