Rescue Me: a horse mystery by Leland Toni

Author:Leland, Toni [Leland, Toni]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Equine Graphics Publishing/Parallel Press
Published: 2010-05-17T16:00:00+00:00

Early the next morning, Dillon hummed as he adjusted the heat under the sizzling bacon. Last night had been the first good sleep he’d had in a long time—solid and deep, filled with upbeat and provocative dreams. He stared at the frying pan for a moment, thinking about the woman sleeping upstairs. First of all, he was surprised at how pleasant it felt to have a woman in the house. For years he’d kept his liaisons separate from his personal space. There’d been some great relationships, an almost-proposal, and a string of meaningless romps.

He turned the bacon strips, then checked the cinnamon rolls in the oven, trying to quell the feeling of sadness about his failure with the only woman he’d ever cared about enough to consider marriage. He closed the oven door with a snap. Sal’s murder had changed all that—not Dillon’s feelings, but his recognition that he could never subject a loved one to the prospect of becoming a widow.

A small sound intruded and Ginger’s smiling face appeared on the other side of the breakfast bar.

Her voice was husky with sleep. “Wow, that smells so good.” She sat on one of the stools. “What time did I go to bed?”

Dillon poured a cup of coffee and pushed it across the counter. “Wee hours, I’m not sure exactly. Did you sleep okay?”

She gazed at him, her eyes now clear and alert. And green.

“Better than I can ever remember.”

Dillon busied himself with the eggs, struggling with the overwhelming urge to go around to the other side and gather her into his arms. She seemed so vulnerable and fragile. What violence had she endured at the hands of her husband? Would she even be able to enjoy a physical relationship? His chest tightened. His mother had remained single for a long time before she had let a new man into her life. Though Dillon didn’t know any of the details, he’d sensed her fear of the vulnerability of intimacy. His own growing desire to share himself with Ginger would be tempered by whatever she’d gone through. But before he could even think like that, he had some unfinished business.

He expertly flipped the omelet and set the pan aside. “Look outside.”

Ginger slipped off the stool and padded over to the windows, her soft voice trailing behind her. “Ohhh, it’s so beautiful. It must have snowed all night.”

“Six more inches. I’ll have to plow the driveway before we can get out.” He set two plates on the counter. “Come and get it. I hope you’re hungry.”

A minute later, she bit into a roll and closed her eyes. “Oh Dillon, that is so good. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

He chuckled. “Necessity. This place isn’t exactly close to any restaurants—not that I don’t get enough restaurant food on the road.”

She set the roll down and licked her fingers. “I was thinking about this skiing thing. I didn’t bring any outdoor clothing.”

“You’re about as tall as me. I think something of mine will fit you.

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