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the way he wants it.”
    The brothers exchanged a glance. “That’s probably true,” Jonny conceded.
    “Even so, I’m going to look into this surgery option,” Harry said forcefully. “And if there’s even a remote possibility of giving him a few more decent years then I—we, that is,” he amended, encompassing Jonny and Brad with a sweep of his eyes, “are going to make sure that he takes it.”
    Steffi flashed him a grateful smile. “I’m glad. Perhaps he’ll listen to the three of you. Nothing I say makes any difference.”
    “You should have gotten in touch with one of us,” Jonny said, glowering.
    “I wanted to, but he specifically asked me not to.” She paused. “It put me in a difficult position. Even operating at half his capacity, Daniel is still a hard man to disobey. Besides, I didn’t feel I could betray his trust.”
    Jonny merely grunted.
    “Do you know where his medical records are?” Harry asked. “I’d like to see them. I have a buddy who’s a cancer specialist. He might be able to shed some light.”
    “There are copies on his computer. I have access to it because I handle all his personal stuff for him now. I’ll e-mail them to you. I have your address on his PC.”
    “That would be good.” Harry blew her a kiss. “Thanks, babe.”
    The discussion broke up not long after that, and the guys headed to their rooms. Jonny deliberately hung back when he noticed Steffi making excuses to linger. When she thought they were all clear of the ground floor, she glanced over her shoulder and then disappeared in the opposite direction to the bedrooms. Where the hell was she going?
    When she opened the side door that led to the barns, he understood. She was either going to see that damned horse of hers or was meeting someone. Jonny needed to know which.
    And so he followed her.

Chapter Four
     
    “Damn it!”
    Steffi paused to examine the damage—to herself and her expensive shoes. Discovering that she was none the worse for wear, she struggled on along the gravel walkway in her high heels, almost turning her ankles several times more. She should have nipped back to her room and changed into paddock boots, but she hadn’t wanted to run into any lurking Malone brothers and explain herself. What she did was none of their business, but that probably wouldn’t stop them from wanting to know. She had caught Harry and Brad looking at her with a predatory air on more than one occasion during the course of the meal, and that had made her both suspicious and uncomfortable.
    Suspicious of what, exactly?
    Steffi had no idea, but something was definitely going on between them and she had a feeling it involved her.
    She wobbled a few more times but reached the barn without breaking any limbs. Marius would wonder where she’d gotten to. She usually called to say good-night much earlier than this. His whicker of recognition echoed from the stallions’ barn before she’d even opened the door. Her heart lifted, driving all thoughts of brooding Malones temporarily from her head. Steffi was glad that someone was pleased to see her—someone who wanted nothing more from her than a handful of mints and his ears tugged.
    Harry and Brad were okay, she supposed, returning her thoughts to the brothers, but Jonny Malone seemed positively opposed to her. Not that she cared, but she resented him jumping to conclusions when he didn’t even know her. She grinned when she thought of Daniel’s threat to make her Mrs. Malone mark four. Good job Jonny didn’t know about that.
    “Sorry I’m late, darling,” she said to Marius, bestowing a kiss on his soft muzzle and delving into her bag for a roll of mints. “It’s been such an odd night. Daniel’s sons all arrived and they kind of took the wind out of my sails.”
    Marius’s nose nudged her hand, more interested in the mints than her recount of the night’s activities. Even so, she was convinced he listened to and understood every word she said to him, so