Her Tycoon to Tame by Emilie Rose Read Free Book Online

Farm being a dumping ground for damaged animals, or Hannah Sutherland, who was going to make damned sure he paid for delegating.
    â€œThat right rear leg could be broken.”
    Hannah didn’t even glance at it. “It’s cut deep from the hobbles. It looks like the brute bound her back legs so she couldn’t defend herself when he beat her. But from the way she’s bearing weight on it, it’s most likely superficial. I’ll run X-rays to confirm.”
    â€œYou mean you’ll run up expenses on a lost cause.”
    She glared at him. “This isn’t about money. Find Your Center saves lives. It doesn’t destroy them unnecessarily.”
    â€œWhat in the hell is Find Your Center?”
    Irritation darkened her eyes to storm cloud gray and tightened the tendons running the length of her neck as she stuck out her chin, making the diamonds in her ears sparkle in the barn’s overhead lighting. If she’d been a guy, she probably would have punched him.
    â€œIllustrating once again, Mr. Jacobs, you should have done your homework before your underhanded purchase.”
    â€œThere was nothing devious about my purchasing this farm. It was for sale. I bought it.”
    She visibly reined in her temper, taking a deep breath then relaxing her tense muscles. “Sutherland Farm specializes in birth and rebirth.”
    A bird swooped through the open barn door. The horse spooked and jumped sideways, its haunches knocking into Hannah. She stumbled. Wyatt instinctively sprang forward to catch her. His muscles bunched as he banded his arms around her and braced his thighs to keep them both from going down under the ragged, dancing hooves.
    Her feet tangled with his as she scrambled for traction and shifted against him in ways that made him excruciatingly aware of the surprising firmness and strength beneath her curves.
    â€œAre you all right?” he asked through a knotted jaw.
    Her wary gaze locked with his. Her cheeks flushed and her lips parted. His pulse spiked and heat flooded him, provinghe shared something he wanted no part of with the pampered princess.
    Chemistry.
    â€œI’m fine. Thank you. Release me. Please.” She planted her palms on his chest and pushed, broke his hold and backed away. Keeping an equally watchful eye on him, she circled to the opposite side of the horse.
    â€œI’m sorry, Hannah,” Jeb said. “I have her now.”
    â€œIt’s okay, Jeb. My mistake,” she offered. “I know better than to turn my back on an unfamiliar animal.”
    She flashed a brief look at Wyatt as if he were the animal in question, then she bent to reexamine the mare’s fetlock the way she’d done everything this morning—with a methodical thoroughness and attention to detail that had frustrated him in the lab because he’d suspected her of deliberately stalling as she checked and rechecked each sample and then meticulously packaged and charted each vial. Slow and steady was very likely her modus operandi and not just a passive-aggressive ploy to get under his skin.
    She finally stepped away from the mare and, ignoring Wyatt, approached the vet, who’d been watching Wyatt as much as he had the horse. “I’ll keep her.”
    â€œShe could jeopardize the safety of the other horses,” Wyatt objected.
    â€œShe’ll be quarantined until the test results come back.”
    The vet nodded. “Thanks, Hannah. I’ll take care of the legalities. Can you send me the pictures documenting the abuse ASAP? I took some video with my cell phone and shot that off to the authorities. But detailed still shots will help our case.”
    â€œI’ll get photos before and after I clean and treat her wounds, and I’ll email those and the lab results to you as soon as I’m done.”
    Wyatt didn’t like the way this was playing out. “The mare’s suffering should end. Put her down. I’ll cover the