Rock Solid

He deftly steered her into his room and set her down on the bed.

“Aren’t you going to take my dress off?” she asked prettily.

Brody looked down at her, his entire body hard, wanting. Her hair was mussed, her lips parted in the most delicious way. The dress she mentioned was pushed up on her thighs, and Brody knew how soft she was underneath.

He walked over to the other side of the bed, lowering himself down, fully clothed.

“Come here, Hannah. We have time. There’s no rush,” he said.

He gathered her up next to him, torturous as the contact was, since he had no intention of giving her what she thought she wanted.

“You feel so good. I missed you,” she murmured against his chest, and Brody closed his eyes.

He didn’t say another word, but kissed her hair and stroked her shoulder until her breathing evened and eventually, something he’d forgotten, she offered a soft Hannah snore.

Extracting himself quite gently, he pulled the sheet up over her and left, closing the door. He’d sleep downstairs—after a very cold shower—and hopefully by morning he could figure out what the heck he was going to do.

4 (#ulink_cf46a1a4-4b85-5a8e-937d-d30ee88cc119)

HANNAH WAS MORTIFIED as she glanced out the window at her car, sorely tempted to make a run for it before she bumped into Brody. She couldn’t believe she’d practically begged him to have sex with her the night before. He must think she had really come to him desperate for more of...that.

She’d awakened in his bed—still dressed and alone—but she hadn’t drunk nearly enough to have forgotten what a fool she’d made out of herself, or what a gentleman Brody had been about it.

Of course, it had to be less than attractive to have a drunk, depressed chick groping you and talking about the good ole days, she thought as she softly banged her head against the window frame. And it sounded as if he had enough of that in his life, from what his sister had told her.

What had she been thinking? Good going, Hannah.

Still, there was no way she could up and leave. She at least owed him a thanks and an apology. So she took a deep breath and went outside. He had to be around here somewhere, since his car was still parked in the drive.

On her way across the driveway, she rehearsed what she’d say. She’d thank him, tell him that if he did want to talk, she’d leave her number. That would be that. As she approached the path that led down to the barns, she had to stop and admire the sleek muscle car he drove. It defined power, she thought. It was made for speed and taking charge.

Hannah had never really cared about cars one way or the other until she’d hung around Brody and the track for a month. She still didn’t understand all of the intricacies, history, and all the models and so forth. She did understand, though, how people could connect with a vehicle on a very visceral level.

She and Brody had connected on the hood of his stock car once, and the memory made her feel warmer than the early-morning heat could be blamed for.

Hannah turned her attention to the beautiful grounds as she walked along the path. Quiet and peaceful, the only sounds came from birds and the whinny of a horse down in the barn. The rolling fields were a mixture of mowed lawn closer to the house, wildflowers, then longer grass and bushes beyond, all surrounded by mature trees, many of them draped in the Spanish moss she’d always thought was so pretty. It provided a nice mixture of sun and shade over the area.

She stopped and smiled with delight as she saw a small deer about fifty feet away, nibbling at some moss. It didn’t seem to notice her, content as it ate its breakfast.

She wished she had her camera; it wasn’t an exciting picture, but it sure was cute.

Figuring Brody was down in the barn, she continued in that direction. Indeed, she did find him inside, tending to several horses.

She paused for a moment in the entrance, loving the cool air that was thick with the smell of hay, wood, horses and hot summer. It reminded her of her childhood. She swallowed the hard lump in her throat as she watched him secure a lead rope around the neck of a beautiful red roan.

The interplay of muscles in his arms didn’t escape her attention, either, nor how his obvious strength contrasted with the gentleness he exhibited with the animal. He conversed with it in low tones, smiling as the roan seemed to answer his comments with snorts and nods.

As the horse fully emerged from the stall, Hannah saw it was a mare, and a beauty at that. She loved horses, and she’d had one of her own when she was very young, but they’d sold it with the farm, which had been one of the most heartbreaking parts of her youth. There was no room for a horse at their apartment in the city, of course, and renting stable space had been financially impossible then. The new owners had let her come back to ride the horse now and then, but it wasn’t really hers anymore.

Abby and Reece also had horses, and Hannah loved taking them for a ride or even helping out in the stables. Still, she never expected to find Brody with equine. She supposed in some ways it wasn’t such a surprise; Brody was drawn to powerful things. Fast, potentially dangerous things, she thought with a smile.

“She’s gorgeous,” Hannah said, making her presence known.

Brody turned, greeting her with a smile.

Well, that was a good sign. Hannah relaxed, stepping farther into the barn. Having the horses as a buffer helped somewhat, since she still wasn’t sure what she wanted to say to him.

“This is Sally,” Brody said, petting the horse’s nose.

“Hi Sally. You are such a sweetheart,” Hannah crooned, putting her hand out to the horse, who promptly stuffed her nose into her palm, snuffling for goodies.

“And who is this?” she asked, walking farther down the aisle and lifting a hand to another horse’s nose.

“Zip, meet Hannah. Hannah, meet Zip,” Brody said with a sidelong look at the horse.

“Nice to meet you, Zip.”

The horse nodded his head in greeting, snorting.

“Of course. They told me he was a ladies’ man,” Brody said as Zip nuzzled Hannah’s fingers.

“He’s absolutely beautiful. They all are,” she said, looking at the curious heads poking out over their stall doors. “But he’s...special, isn’t he?”

“That’s one word for him,” Brody teased, chucking the horse gently on the chin and receiving a tolerant huff in response.

“Were you taking them out to the pastures?”

“Yeah, they all go out for most of the day, then I clean up the stalls.”

“You don’t have people to do that for you?”

“I don’t mind the work. What else do I have to do?”

Hannah bit her lip, unwilling to pry at the moment, though his tone gave her another hint at his frustration.

“I’ll take him for you, if you want to go with Sally. I could help with the stalls, too.”

“That’s not a good idea. I know you’re around Abby’s horses a lot, but Zip is... Well, as you said, special.”

Hannah understood immediately from Brody’s tone. “He’s the one who threw you?”

“Yeah, and he enjoyed it, I’m pretty sure.”

“He does have a sparkle in his eye,” she said, grinning. “But I can handle him. He’ll be fine, walking out.”

Brody hesitated, but finally nodded.

“You take Sally—I’ll get him and we’ll take them out together. We’ll be fine, Brody.”