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hold both of them. Wyatt pulled it from the building and then closed the door. He signaled for her to climb on.
    Settling in behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist.
    Wyatt had second thoughts about her riding behind him. Her breasts pressed against his back and her hands so close to his crotch distracted him more than it should.
    “So, how do you know George?” Isabelle shouted above the noise of the engine and wind.
    “I used to work for him.”
    “Really?”
    “Does that surprise you?”
    “Honestly, no. But I am surprised I lucked into being able to hang with someone who knows the terrain and the animals well.”
    He grinned.
    “What did you do when you worked here?” she prompted when he slowed down to cross a narrow stream.
    “Everything from cleaning the stalls to repairing tack to leading trail rides.”
    “Sounds like you learned a lot.”
    “I did. George and my grandfather are the reason I finished high school. If not for them, there’s a good chance I would have turned into another hard case and ended up in jail before I turned twenty-one.”
    “It’s good that you had people like that in your life.” She squeezed his waist, giving him a pseudo-hug.
    “I owe them both a lot.”
    In the mirror, he saw a wealth of understanding in her eyes. How could the daughter of a wealthy businessman understand what a poor punk kid from the reservation went through? At least she didn’t pity him. That he could never stand.
    They passed several buffalo along the way, but he pushed on, looking for the herd. It wasn’t long before they crested a hill and found hundreds of dark fuzzy beasts near a watering hole. He turned the engine off so it wouldn’t disturb the animals.
    A smile lit Isabelle’s face. “Oh, my God. I didn’t realize there would be so many of them. They’re beautiful.”
    That made him chuckle. “No they aren’t.”
    “Well, okay, they aren’t pretty animals, but seeing them like this in their natural environment is wonderful!” She pulled a camera from her pack then slid off the seat. From a flat spot a few feet away she took several pictures.
    He wasn’t certain, but he thought she may have taken a couple of him. He shook his head. Must be a girl thing.
    “I wish I could paint. That”—she gestured to the view before them—“would be awesome on a canvas hanging in my living room.”
    Their thoughts were eerily similar. He had photographs of some of the same views at his home. Unable to hold in his impulses any longer, he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. With his chin resting on top of her head, he held her as they both drank in the view.
    “Are you ready to head back?” he asked.
    “Oh, I suppose,” she said with a sigh.
    He kissed her temple then gestured to the ATV. “You said you wanted to drive, so hop up front.”
    With a squeal of delight, she tucked her camera away and climbed onto the four-wheeler. She had to sit all the way at the front of the seat to reach the gearshift. When he sat behind her, he discovered some perks to being a passenger.
    After showing her the gear positions and locations of the main buttons and levers, she drove the machine pretty well. He directed her to take a different route so he could show her places he’d always enjoyed. He didn’t question why he had been compelled to share those with her. More than once in the last couple of days he’d wondered about his own behavior.
    But her appreciation of those places made the effort worthwhile.
    Not far from the stables, he directed her to a large open field where she could go as fast as she wanted and cut as many doughnuts as she dared without worrying about hitting an animal or tipping into any big holes. She giggled and whooped while he hung on for dear life.
    Apparently, she had some daredevil tendencies.
    His heart was racing by the time they returned to the corral. And it wasn’t just from being one bump away from ripping her jeans off, turning her