Once a Champion. Jeannie Watt
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she wasn’t pressed into defensive mode by a surprise attack, she was a nice person. A good person. Not a person who kept a guy’s horse.
He’d wait a couple days, then drop by and they’d talk again, under less stressful conditions.
* * *
NOT AGAIN.
Liv pressed a hand to her forehead as Matt Montoya’s distinctive two-tone silver-and-black Dodge pulled up under the elm tree and parked. Thank goodness Beckett was behind the barn where he couldn’t see him.
She moved back from the window as Matt got out of the truck and stood studying the house for a moment, as if gauging his best means of attack.
Plan all you want, Montoya. You aren’t getting my horse.
Finally he started toward the house, his gait uneven due to the brace he wore, and Liv quickly crossed the living room and opened the front door to step out onto the porch. This time, though, it wasn’t to keep Matt from waking her father. Tim was out on the baler, trying to salvage the hay. He looked like hell, but still insisted he felt better. Liv didn’t believe him, but was at a loss as to what to do. She was frustrated and more than willing to take it out on Matt. In fact, she was kind of looking forward to taking it out on him.
She closed the screen door behind her and drew herself up as Matt approached, looking like a cowgirl’s wet dream. Her seventeen-year-old self would have never believed that the guy could have looked hotter than he had back then, but she would have been wrong. Matt was taller, his shoulders broader, and he had a sensuality about him that he hadn’t had back then.
Looks fade. Integrity lasts.
As far as she was concerned, Matt had no integrity. He’d shown that when he’d used her to get his grades up and then never spoken to her again, and he’d shown it when he’d misused Beckett.
Her eyebrows rose slightly as he stopped on the bottom step.
She very much wanted to say, “No,” before he started speaking, but figured that wouldn’t get her what she wanted—his carcass off her property.
“I’m sorry about the other day,” he said with rather convincing sincerity.
“What part?”
He looked surprised at her comment. “All of it. I mean obviously you had no idea of the truth, and I just kind of sprung it on you.”
“I know the truth, Matt. The truth is that I bought that horse fair and square. I’ve had him for over a year and I love him.”
“I happen to be fond of him myself.”
Yeah? Then why was he in the condition he was in?
But Liv wasn’t going there. It would only prolong the conversation. “You must have dozens of horses.”
“Practice horses. I only have one other rodeo horse and he’s not as good as Beckett.”
“That didn’t seem to slow you down when you won the World.”
“My times could have been better.”
“It’s all about the time?” Obviously it was all about time. And him. Not about the horse or his wife.
“Some of it is about Trena selling my horse behind my back and some of it is that I happen to like that horse—my horse—and I’d like him back.” He spoke calmly, reasonably. The picture of the charming cowboy who’d been done wrong and the fact that he could stand here and pretend he cared about the horse that he’d hurt through lack of care...well, it was all she could do not to walk down the three steps that separated them and smack him a good one. For Beckett.
Liv folded her arms over her chest. “There’s something you need to understand, Matt. You might be able to charm yourself out of a multitude of situations, but you aren’t charming me. Sometimes, despite charisma and good looks, the answer is no. And that’s what it’s going to stay. No.”
He bit down on one corner of his lip before saying, “Aren’t you going to threaten me with your father again?”
“Dad’s busy cutting hay.”
“About time.”
“He’s been sick.”
“Sorry to hear that.” He didn’t sound one bit sorry and he made his lack of sympathy clear when he said, “This isn’t over, Liv. I’ll hire a lawyer.”
“Andie’s dad already advised me and he said he’ll give me all the help I need to keep Beckett.”
“He’s my horse.”
“Not according to the State of Montana.” Liv lifted her chin. “This is the last time we’re having this conversation.”
“Or?”
“I’ll call the sheriff and tell him you’re trespassing.”
“Really.” He said the word flatly, telling her he wasn’t buying in to her bluff—which meant it may not be a bluff much longer. Liv no longer allowed people like him to walk over her.
“Yes. Really. Now please leave.” Before Beckett steps out from behind that barn.
Matt’s face became cold and blank. “This isn’t over, Liv.”
“Yeah, it is. Come back again and I will call the sheriff.”
Matt turned and walked back to his truck without another word. Liv held her breath until he fired up the engine and swung the truck in Reverse.
Round two to her. She truly hoped there wouldn’t be a third round.
CHAPTER FOUR
HE SHOULD HAVE waited longer before talking to Liv, because all he’d succeeded in doing was to put her on the defensive. Again. Now he was worse off than before, and the thing that killed him was that he wasn’t by nature impulsive. He’d simply thought that she’d had time to think about the situation, what was fair, what wasn’t. Liv had always been reasonable—until now.
Stupid move.
But, as he’d told her, this wasn’t over.
When he pulled into his driveway Matt realized that his jaw was aching because his teeth were clamped so tightly together, but he made no effort to relax the taut muscles. Let his jaw ache. Maybe it would distract him from the ever present pain in his knee.
He parked the truck next to the barn then crossed the driveway to the back door, his knee throbbing with each step. Through the clear glass storm door he could see Craig sitting on the sofa, reading.
It was so damned strange to come home to someone in the house after so many solitary months. He pulled the storm door open and took all of two steps inside before he slowed to a halt, noting the evenly spaced striations across his very clean carpet.
“Did you vacuum?”
Craig looked up from the book. “Yeah. The place needed it.”
No argument there. The cleaning lady had bailed on him last week and wasn’t due again until next Thursday.
Matt gave a small shrug. “Thanks.”
“No problem. The hardest part was finding the vacuum.”
“Where was it?” Matt asked as he pulled off his hat.
A look of surprise flitted across the kid’s face. “In the garage.”
“Ah.” Matt was about to toss the hat onto the nearest table when he noticed that the top had been dusted. The old ropes he’d been collecting in the far corner of the living room were coiled and stacked.
“I have a cleaning lady,” he said as he crossed to the rarely used hat rack and hooked his ball cap over the spurs hanging there. “She complained about too much stuff in the hall closet, so I told her to put the vacuum