had to do was figure out a way to tell JD she not only didn’t want to have sex with him anymore because she liked him too much, but that she planned to sleep with the next available man she could find. If she wasn’t pregnant, she didn’t have any time to waste. Talk about fun and games.
Now that Claire had asked her to hang around until she sorted out her feelings for Ethan, Maggie was committed to staying for a while regardless of what she wanted. Not that she was ready to leave just yet. Didn’t matter. When it came to Claire or Sammie needing her, she was there for them. No one was more important to her than her two best friends.
Since she was going to stay, she figured she might as well make herself useful. “Guess I should let Dave know I’ll ride Lulu today. I’ll see you later.”
Maggie went to her room and exchanged the black high heels she’d worn last night for her riding boots. She hadn’t managed to hang on to much from her childhood, but she still had her boots and helmet from her teenage years. Amazingly, they still fit, and she’d brought them along on the off chance she’d get to ride.
She’d loved riding and had adored Buttercup, and not for the first time she marveled at the differences between her and the Kennedys. Why had they adopted her? Both her adopted mother and father had successful careers as lawyers. Declan, their biological son and her adopted brother, was already a CEO at a large firm, and he was only in his early forties. They were all so . . . predictable. They belonged to the same country club, attended the same social functions and played golf together on the weekends.
She hated golf.
The clothes she wore, according to her parents, were always too bright or too tight or too loose. She laughed too loudly, walked too fast and wasn’t good at anything as far as she could see. Of course, they wouldn’t have known that when they adopted her, but it never made sense that they had wanted a second child. They seemed to be a perfect family without her.
She lengthened her stride when she heard a horse neigh inside the barn. Maybe that was Lulu calling to her.
A few hours later, when JD finally caught sight of Lulu standing under a tree in the far corner of the pasture, the worry that had gnawed at him since Dave told him Maggie had gone riding finally eased. Except, where was she?
He was always mindful of where everyone was supposed to be on the ranch. The Moondance Ranch ran over two thousand acres, and he hadn’t been kidding when he’d warned Maggie about getting lost. But he couldn’t recall actually fussing about anyone out riding alone before. For the last two hours he’d worried that Maggie wasn’t as skilled a rider as he’d hoped. Or that her ankle had given her trouble. Or that she’d fallen or gotten lost. The list went on. He wasn’t a worrier by nature, and he resented the feeling. It brought back memories of a time when he’d brooded nonstop. In the end, everything had gone to shit anyway.
He stood up in his stirrups and looked toward Lulu but couldn’t see Maggie. He nudged Boy forward and squinted toward the sun.
Wait a minute. Was she . . . ? Why would she . . . ? He grinned and urged Boy into a trot. Maggie was lying along Lulu’s back, her arms dangling down around the horse’s neck. He bet she was talking to Lulu. She was that kind of person. The kind who would fall in love with a horse.
And with a cowboy? What were the chances she could fall in love with him, even with all his baggage? Whoa . Where had that thought come from? He wasn’t ready for a serious relationship. He couldn’t imagine ever being ready for that. Life wasn’t so bad the way it was now.
“Hey there,” he called out to warn her and Lulu of his presence.
Maggie looked his way, but continued to hug Lulu. “Hey there, yourself.”
Her smile did all kinds of strange things to his insides. He reined in beside her. “You look comfortable.”
“Lulu’s a