Shane McCabe. He met with Emilyâs father in the study of the Circle M Ranch house, where they discussed the condition of the mustangs and Dylanâs plan for training them.
It was a cordial, productive meeting and, despite himself, Dylan found himself warming to the elder rancher.
Usually, he did not care for men of such power and wealth, although he never minded doing business with them. Money was money, and they easily paid the fees Dylan commanded.
At the conclusion of their discussion, Shane handed Dylan a check, as previously agreed upon. âThis should cover your time and the expenses of caring for the mustangs for the first month. If you need anything else, be sure and let me know.â
âThank you.â
Before Dylan could get up, Shane said, âIf youâve got a moment, Iâd like to speak with you about the Libertyville Boys Ranch. The directorâMike Harriganâis a friend of mine. He mentioned your devotion to the facility.â
This was headed toward territory Dylan had no wish to discuss. He lifted a hand to cut off the discussion. âItâs no big deal.â
Shane leaned forward earnestly. âOn the contrary, itâs a very big deal, Dylan. The boys ranch turns a lot of young lives around. I want to do more than just provide a few horses. So hereâs what I was thinkingâ¦â Shane elaborated for the next few minutes. Finally, he finished, âAnd given your expertise in this area, Iâd really like your help in making that dream a reality.â
The offer was unexpected. And amazing. Not to mention out of the question. âThank you, sir. Iâll do what I can to contribute to your efforts.â
âBut?â Shane sensed a catch.
âI donât think I am the right man for the setup you have in mind. Iâll continue training the mustangs and then hand them over to the Libertyville Boys Ranch as promised. But thatâs really all I can guarantee, in terms of helping you out.â
Shane had the same look on his face that Emily had on hers whenever Dylan told her no. The one that said a McCabe wasnât giving up on what they wanted, no matter what obstacles lay in front of them.
Finally, Shane rocked back in his chair.
Dylan expected Emilyâs father to say something like the offer was always going to be open. Instead, he steepled his hands in front of him and inquired, âSo whatâs going on with you and my daughter?â
Dylan swore silently to himself. For the life of him he did not know how to answer that. There was desire, certainly. And he really liked her cooking. But beyond thatâ¦
His concern for his only daughter apparent, Shane continued, âIâve never seen her run after anyone the way sheâs been chasing you.â He paused. âUsually, itâs the other way around. Guys are beating down her door.â
Dylan had been around long enough to know that to be true. Not that Emily had been inclined, in the past year or so anyway, to let anyone make much of a move on her. As far as he knew, she hadnât even had a dateânot counting the pretend one with him.
âSoâ¦â Shane stood and looked at Dylan, man-to-man. âIf I mayâ¦a word of advice?â
Dylan took the cue and got to his feet, too. He honored the elder horseman with a look of respect.
âIf you donât think you will ever be serious about Emilyâ¦then do whatever you have to doâ¦â Shane said, firmly, âbut donât let my daughter catch you.â
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D YLAN WALKED OUT the front door of the Circle M Ranch house, still contemplating the counsel from Shane McCabe.
As much as he hated having others meddle in his business, Emilyâs father was right.
Emily might think she was a free spirit, but she was also vulnerable and traditional to the core.
A wild affair would never make her happy. Nor would deceiving her loved ones.
Not in the long term.
And for some reason