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When his father announced his engagement to a gold-digger with a lying, scheming fourteen-year old daughter, seventeen-year old Tripp Warner left Warner Ridge Ranch and never looked back. Until the day he got the phone call that his father had died unexpectedly.
Reggie Reed lives with guilt every day but can't quite work up the courage to track down the son of the man who raised her as his own. When Tripp shows up at his father's funeral eleven years later-and a hell of a man to be reckoned with-he has no interest in her too-late apology. Worse, they've inherited half shares of the family ranch--but only if they work together to catch Mason's Gold, the stallion a young Reggie let escape and made sure Tripp took the blame for.
Tripp proposes a secret competition to the beautiful witch who stole his life: whoever catches the stallion first gets the ranch all to themselves. It sounds simple, but once they're out on the range, tempers and passions flare in the Texas heat and nothing goes as either of them expects.
Reggie swallowed hard as guilt threatened to overwhelm her. She'd wondered if he'd show up for the funeral, but the blustering coward inside had resolutely ignored the possibility and left her completely unprepared to face him.
The prickle along the back of her neck from his stare told her she didn't have a choice now. She dashed the remaining moisture from her lashes and drew in a shaky breath before willing herself to turn around.
Another jolt rocked her senses.
No longer the lanky boy she remembered, the man Tripp Warner had become stood before her, larger than life, lounging against the doorway with one shoulder, his hands in his pockets. A white dress shirt stretched across his broad chest , contrasting with a black tie and tailored slacks that hugged lean hips.
The sun at his back glinted off dark blond hair as it cast his face in shadow, but his words and the chilling animosity in his voice left no doubt as to the hate she would find there.Breathe.
She forced a tight smile to her uncooperative lips. "Hello, Tripp."
The sound of her name off his tongue raised the hair on her arms. His deep voice had a rough, sensual edge that sent a flutter through her stomach. She sucked in a breath while thrusting the disturbing sensations aside. Nerves, that's all
With a last fortifying caress of her palm down his velvety nose, she stepped away from Prince's comforting presence and eased toward the barn door in hopes of heading back to the house. Her step faltered when Tripp's intense gaze locked with hers. She'd forgotten the shocking blue of his eyes.
Forcing her feet to keep moving beneath her ankle-length black skirt, she nervously brushed her long dark curls back over her shoulder. "I go by Reggie now."
Tripp's gaze swept from the top of her head to the tips of her boots, leaving a tingle of awareness in its wake that unnerved her even more.
"I'll stick with Regan, it fits the bitch inside."
A reflexive flash of indignation warred with guilt. "People change, Tripp," she said with cool dignity.