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lowered them, making it impossible for him to read anything more into her expression. What was she hiding from him? “You haven’t explained who Richard is yet.”
    “It’s none of your damned business.”
    “It’s absolutely my business if it’s affecting Daniel’s stud.”
    “Are you always so arrogant?”
    “Only when the situation calls for it.”
    “Marius is not a situation.”
    “But your relationship with this Richard could be.”
    She treated him to a cool stare from beneath thick, lowered lashes. “You have no right to pry.”
    “I thought you were fond of Daniel.”
    Her head shot up. Finally, he had her complete attention, even if it meant that the hostility radiating from her eyes almost scorched him. “That was low, even by your standards.”
    “Baby, you know absolutely nothing about my standards.”
    “Lucky me.”
    “But you will.”
    Having a woman fighting him for reasons other than game playing was a real turn-on, and Jonny was starting to enjoy himself, even if he still didn’t trust her. She was a lively sparring partner and he was beginning to understand why Daniel thought so highly of her. She continued to glower at him, but when he made no attempt to break the silence that lay heavily between them, wariness crept into her expression. It was as though she sensed the charged atmosphere and wondered what was about to happen next. She remained frozen against the stall wall, regarding him with a mixture of curiosity and anger. Jonny removed one hand from the wall and ran his fingers gently down the curve of her face.
    “I’m glad to know that you liked what you saw in my brothers and me.”
    She expelled an indignant breath. “Has anyone ever told you that it’s bad manners to eavesdrop?”
    “Has anyone ever told you that you’re too damned cute for your own good when you get mad?”
    “Don’t patronize me, Jonny. I’m not one of the bimbos you date.”
    His hand worked its way down to her shoulder and lingered there. “No, you’re not,” he said softly. “You’re an enigma and you intrigue me.”
    “There’s nothing mysterious about me,” she said, her magnetic eyes levelled on his face as she spoke in a breathless whisper. “I’m just a loopy Brit who never grew out of the horsy stage.”
    He twirled one of her wayward curls round his forefinger. “That much is obvious. But why are you still here in Virginia, Steffi Darwin, and why has trouble followed right along with you?”
    She swallowed. “We don’t know that it has.”
    “No,” he said, his knuckles brushing her shoulder as his eyes drilled into hers and he continued to play with her hair. “But you suspect it, don’t you?”
    She dropped her gaze, finding something to engage her attention on the spotless floor of the barn. It gave Jonny a brief preview of just what an obedient little sub she would be if he and his brothers could persuade her to play their sorts of games. And they would. They had to. Suddenly, the desire to have her doing whatever he damned well asked of her was compelling. Spanking that cute butt of hers came high up on his agenda. Jonny leaned in closer, his breath peppering her face as he waited for her to respond.
    “Yes,” she conceded with transparent reluctance. “Possibly.”
    “Then tell me who he is.”
    “Not now. Tomorrow. I’ll tell you and your brothers all about it tomorrow.”
    Why wait? Did she need time to concoct a convincing story? Jonny didn’t press her, intuitively knowing it wouldn’t get him anywhere. Steffi wouldn’t respond to being bullied or threatened. He gazed at her with what was probably an unholy light in his eye, giving her due warning that she had every reason in the world to look upon him as dangerous. He half expected her to duck beneath his arms, turn tail, and run.
    She was obviously made of sterner stuff and stood her ground, her eyes flaring with awareness. The silence intensified, simmering with the type of turbulent heat that only