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around on the seat, and impaling her on his now considerable erection. Every time she hit the gas, he rubbed against her butt cheeks. And his hands all but cradled her breasts as he held on.
    With a sigh of relief, they parked near the stable and climbed off. Mackie came out to greet them.
    Thankful for the distraction, Wyatt shook hands with him. “Mackie, it’s good to see you. It’s been a while.”
    “ Sí . Too long, my friend.” Mackie looked at Isabelle. “But if this is what’s been keeping you away, I don’t blame you a bit.”
    Isabelle’s cheeks turned pink.
    Wyatt chuckled. “Isabelle, this is Mackie. He’s the best stable master around. Don’t let him tell you any different.”
    Isabelle smiled and shook hands with Mackie. “It’s nice to meet you. I don’t know all that much about stables, but this one looks like it is run with precision.”
    Mackie tipped his head. “ Gracias . Senor George is a good man. We all do our part to help.” To Wyatt he added, “George said to tell you he’d be in his office and that you had better not leave without coming to see him.”
    “I’ll go see him as soon as I’ve hosed off the four-wheeler.”
    “You don’t need to do that.” Mackie waved them aside. “You’re a guest. Go. I’ll take care of it.”
    “Are you kidding me?” Wyatt protested. “George would never let me live it down. But if you don’t mind entertaining Isabelle, I’d appreciate it.”
    Mackie nodded. “ Sí , how about if I show your lady friend around the stables?”
    To Isabelle Wyatt said, “You’re welcome to come with me and meet George. But I do have some official business to discuss with him.”
    “Oh, you go ahead. Besides, I’d love to see the horses.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
    “Well, I guess that’s settled, then. I won’t be long,” he reassured them both.
    He cleaned and refilled the ATV in record time, then parked it in the barn. When he realized he was all but running to the offices, he forced himself to slow down. As expected, he found George sitting at his oversized walnut desk, frowning at whatever stack of papers were in front of him. Wyatt rapped on the door frame to get his attention.
    “Wyatt!” The giant blond-headed man stood and lumbered around to the end of the desk and reached for Wyatt’s hand. With his other hand he pounded on Wyatt’s back. “It’s good to see you.”
    “You, too, George.” Wyatt grinned. “How have you been?”
    “Sit, sit.” George waved him toward the chairs clustered on the other side of the office. “Other than this damned knee of mine, I’ve been good. What about you?”
    “Fine. Just trying to keep the peace.”
    “Well, that can be difficult around here sometimes. But if anyone can do it, I’d put my money on you.”
    “Thank you. How’s Shelly?”
    “She’s doing well. Still hounding me to retire and take her on a cruise to one of those islands out in the middle of the nowhere.”
    “Why don’t you?”
    “Bah.” He made a scoffing motion. “Can you see me locked up in a room made for a dwarf while floating on the ocean for a week?”
    Wyatt chuckled at the image. “Not really, no.”
    “There you have it.” George rubbed his knee. “So, what brings you all the way out here?”
    Wyatt told him about the two issues he wanted to discuss. First park business, then a land and cattle dispute one of his tribal elders had. George always gave logical advice, and Wyatt knew he’d be a good sounding board.
    With a few sage words and a new perspective, Wyatt knew how to handle both.
    “Now, I gotta ask.” George leaned forward in his chair. “What did you leave outside that is so important that you feel the need to look out the window every other minute?”
    “What?”
    George stood and walked to the window. “You got a new truck and you’re afraid someone will come along and steal it?” He looked at Wyatt. “This isn’t the city you know.”
    “No. No new truck.”
    “Then