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say? Psychic abilities? “.. personal support
right now. I’m afraid I will have to be leaving for Chicago.” She
took a deep breath hoping he wouldn’t pry, not that she’d really
given him enough with which to pry.
    “ I hope it’s nothing too
serious. When will you be leaving?” Mr. Yarbrough asked politely.
It was still prying.
    “ Actually it is quite
serious and I’m leaving today… right now, in fact. I was just
coming to ask Mr. Smith if he would take over the ranch for me
while I am gone, and all the business that pertains to it.” She
looked pointedly at Mr. Yarbrough, clearly including him in that
business.
    Mr. Smith didn’t bat an eyelash. “As
always, Miss. I believe Mr. Yarbrough was interested in Starlight
and wants to sign up for one of your horses that will be trained
next Spring.” He smiled at Clear, obviously proud of his own
maneuvering.
    Clear smiled back. That was the way to
show this stuff-shirt. “Sounds good. I really must be going.” As
Mr. Yarbrough looked her up and down she half wished she had put on
some make up, but brushed the thought off as she dashed out the
door.

    Grant was already in the car and had
backed out waiting for her. As Clear hopped in Grant quipped, “I
hope your friend isn’t too terribly disappointed?” He nodded toward
Mr. Yarbrough, who was walking out of the barn with Mr.
Smith.
    “ Immensely. He’ll get over
it.” Clear flipped her hair nonchalantly over her shoulder. Grant
grimaced at her casual attitude, once again wondering at the
relationship she had with the snazzy-dressed man. Must not be too
serious if she was driving off on a whim with him. Not a whim, he
reminded himself. And it wasn’t for him, it was for his daughter.
‘ Damn !’ He spun
out of her driveway and got perverse pleasure watching her eyes
widen as she latched onto the door handle to keep from sliding
around his truck.
    “ Where are we going?” she
asked breathlessly. The sound tickled his ear. He tried to ignore
the warmth in his face.
    “ My house. I’ve got a few
things I have to take care of before we head for Chicago.” He could
feel her pull closer to the door. He simply assumed it was to gain
leverage in case he took another wild turn.

    Clear broke into a cold sweat at the
thought of going to Grant’s house. The last time she had been there
had been quite an intimate and beautiful experience, but after all
that had happened… she felt herself blushing at the memories of
their last time together at his house. She turned and stared out
the window so he wouldn’t notice. He thankfully left her in peace.
She could always wait in the car, she reasoned. How long could he
possibly take? She would wait in the car, because she couldn’t bare
the thought of going back in his house with him.
    Grant pulled into the driveway and
turned the truck off. They sat for a seemingly unending moment
before he turned to her. “Um… do you want to come in?” he asked
casually, but there was a strain in his voice. She heard
it.
    “ No, I’ll just wait here,”
she shrugged nonchalantly.
    “ Uh, can you move your
stuff to the car? The truck gets shitty gas mileage.” He handed her
a key as he said it. She jerked away as their fingers touched.
“I’ll try to be quick.” With that he jumped out of the
truck.
    Clear watched him walk in the house
and sat waiting for her knees to stop shaking. This was ridiculous!
A simple brush of the fingertips should not be doing this to her!
She jumped out of the truck and reached in the back for her bag.
She stomped over to the car and opened the trunk shoving her bag
in. She slammed the trunk. He made her so angry! So angry that she
was slamming around like a two year old throwing a temper tantrum.
She was volunteering to sit in a car and sulk, rather than act like
a mature adult and go in the house. Steeling herself, she made her
way to the house forcing herself not to stomp up the walkway.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door