Eleven

      Tessa ignored the buzzing of her phone and pulled Don Pedro out of his stall. No way in hell was she answering, or even acknowledging another text from Aaron. What the hell was he thinking, texting her? He’d also called, but thankfully, she’d missed that and he hadn’t left a voice mail.

      Stupid jerk. Did he honestly think she’d want to have any contact with him after what he’d put her through?

      She had the Arkansas Derby in a few days, and she had to qualify to move on to Kentucky. And she would qualify, as soon as she got distractions out of her life. Aaron would not be a distraction because she refused to allow him the mind space.

      But there was another man, a more dangerous man, consuming her thoughts. Even though she’d tried all morning, she couldn’t exorcise him from her mind.

      Unfortunately she could still feel Grant’s hands on her body, his lips on hers, the strength of him pressing her against the door. The way he’d forced her to relinquish control and completely come apart.

      She had so many emotions swirling around in her, she didn’t know where to put them all. On one hand she wanted more. She wanted to know how else Grant and she could pleasure each other, because she had a feeling she’d gotten only a meager sampling.

      On the other hand she was embarrassed for her actions. She’d come to console him, and ended up practically clawing him and writhing in his arms.

      And she was still tingling from the experience.

      Now he wasn’t just in all her thoughts, he was nowhere near her and still causing goose bumps to pop up.

      “Everything okay?” Cassie asked, stepping into the stable from the ring. “You seem distracted.”

      “Aaron has been texting me.”

      No way could Tessa explain what she’d experienced last night...or hadn’t experienced, since Grant put on the brakes. She’d wanted him, would’ve probably given in to her desires, but he’d given her an orgasm and sent her back to bed. What was that? The adult equivalent to milk and cookies? Why did he call the shots?

      “What does he want?” Cassie asked, sliding her hands into her pockets.

      Pulling herself back to the present, Tessa shrugged. “I have no idea. He’s just asked if we can talk. I refuse to answer him.”

      “Jerk,” Cassie muttered. “Well, we need to get going, because I’m supposed to meet with Grant this afternoon.”

      Tessa stilled. “What for?”

      “He wanted to interview me and ask questions about my perspective regarding the movie. He’s meeting with Dad this morning.”

      Tessa’s grip on the reins tightened. She wondered what he thought about discovering her gone this morning. There was no way she could wake up and see his face, not after their raw, emotional—and physical—connection last night.

      “Well, this is interesting,” her sister said, a smile spreading across her face. “Has a certain producer caught your eye?”

      Tessa laughed. “More like I’ve caught his.”

      “Even better,” Cassie squealed, clasping her hands together. “You can’t keep things like this from me.”

      Leading Don Pedro toward the ring, Tessa fell into step beside her. “I don’t even know what there is to tell,” she began. “He’s made it clear he’s attracted to me, but I don’t have time for this, and we’re so different.... I can’t even name all the reasons.”

      “What’s the main one?”

      Tessa squinted against the bright spring sun. “His life is in the city. He’s not a dirt-and-boots type of man.”

      “So? A sexy guy like Grant can be anything he wants. What else bothers you?”

      “Our age. He’s ten years older than me.”

      Cassie sighed. “You mean he’s experienced?”

      “Well, there’s that, but he’s just... I don’t know. Out of my league.”

      Cassie gripped her arm and shook her. “Don’t ever say things like that. Nobody is out of your league. If Grant is interested, why not see what happens? Age won’t matter, and as far as him being a city boy, that’s just geography. Unless you’re not interested in him.”

      “I’d have to be dead not to notice him on a physical level, but when he kisses me—”

      “Wait,” Cassie interrupted, holding up her hand. “Kisses? As in plural? Why didn’t you start there when I asked about him? Why start with all that’s wrong instead of what’s putting that dreamy smile on your face?”

      “Because I’m scared,” Tessa said honestly. “I want him too much and I just... I’m afraid to give in.”

      “Mama made us promise to hold out for love. I truly loved Em’s dad, even though he didn’t love me. I still do in some ways, even though he’s gone.” Cassie shook her head and smiled. “I’ve never seen you even question putting aside your fears for a man. That should tell you something, Tess.”

      Nodding, she returned her sister’s grin. “I know. But I need time to think, and I can’t do that and work on qualifying, too. So, let’s get our day started.”

      “Fine, but this conversation is far from over.”

      Tessa laughed. “I had a feeling you’d say that.”

      * * *

      Grant’s meeting with Damon was insightful. They’d talked quite a bit already, but today Grant was able to get more personal, detailed information from the man. They’d gone over the script with a finer lens, as well.

      He wanted Damon to have a hands-on experience. As coproducer, Grant wished to showcase not only the racing legend, but the man behind the Barrington dynasty.

      And now Grant was headed to Cassie’s cottage to talk to the shiest Barrington sister. He was very interested in getting her angle on being