didn’t mean she hadn’t been scared a time or two. She liked to pretend nothing bothered her. But he’d seen her feeling defenseless and uncertain, and trying her damnedest to hide it.
Maybe that tug-of-war between vulnerability and bravery had gotten to him, because something sure was preventing him from keeping his distance. He wasn’t the kind of guy who needed to ride to the rescue, either. Still, for her to live on a ranch and fear horses? That was unnecessary grief. Maybe he could help her with that.
They were approaching the house. Trace’s truck was parked over on the right. “You want to come in for that beer?” Matt asked. “I just need to check on Wallace first.”
“No, I got a lot to do at the Sundance yet. I’m just gonna give this mug to Nikki.”
“I can take it...” Matt’s voice trailed off. “Sure, come on in.”
“I’m too grimy. Mind asking her to meet me at the door?”
“Just wipe your boots so Lucy won’t take a broom to both of us, but otherwise you’re fine to come inside.” Matt opened the door while scraping off his own boots. “I’ll call her. She’s probably in her room.” He stuck out his hand and they shook. “Thanks. I appreciate what you did with Diablo.”
“Anytime.” Trace looked around. “It was good seeing how well kept the place is.”
A loud kitchen noise had Matt frowning over his shoulder. “I’ll go get her. See you soon, huh?”
Trace nodded, waited until Matt left and then used the rest of the water and his T-shirt to wipe his face and upper body. He figured he had time to run to his truck for the other shirt, but he’d taken only one step off the porch when he heard Nikki.
“Everything okay?” she asked, her voice at a nervous pitch.
“Sure.” He turned to her. “Just fine,” he said, smiling. But she didn’t see because her gaze was aimed at his bare chest. “Sorry. I was just about to get a clean shirt out of my truck.”
“Huh?” Her eyes slowly lifted to meet his. “Oh, no problem. Matt said you wanted to see me?”
Trace had to quietly clear his throat. No mistaking the look on her face. She liked what she saw. “I wanted to give you this.” He stepped back up onto the porch, holding out the mug.
“Oh.” She took it from him. “Did you want more coffee?”
“No, but I’d like you to come for a short walk with me.”
“Where?”
“To the stable.”
Her eyes widened. “Why?”
“You don’t have to get close to the horses.” Trace made sure his hand was clean, then held it out to her. He’d been sensitive about the calluses earlier but he got it. Nikki had only seen him as goodwill ambassador to the guests. Maybe it was time for her to see that he worked on the ranch just like any other man. She might not like it but he was a cowboy.
She stared at his palm, then up at him. “You didn’t answer me.”
“I want to show off Diablo. He’s much better behaved now.”
She let out a laugh. “Diablo?”
Trace smiled. “I don’t know what Matt’s going to call him. Until an hour ago the name seemed appropriate. Are you gonna leave me standing here with my hand out?”
Sighing, her gaze slid to his outstretched palm, then to his chest.
“Don’t worry. I’ll put a shirt on first.”
“I’m not worried about that.” She clutched the mug so tightly he hoped she didn’t break it.
Maybe he was wrong to push her. Maybe he needed to let her take more time to get used to the Lone Wolf. He withdrew his hand and stuffed it in his front pocket. “That’s okay, Nikki,” he said, stepping back. “I should get going, anyway.”
“Are all the horses in their stalls?” she asked in a rush.
“They are.” He paused, knowing he had no business making that assumption. Lester could’ve brought one out to groom. “I’ll make sure they are before you go inside.”
She studied his face, as if trying to decide if she should trust him. “Let me get rid of this,” she said, waving the mug. “Want me