“That’s life, Harvard.” Michael moved back to deal with Darling’s meal, measuring the additives necessary for her condition.

“You really know what you’re doing around here, don’t you?”

“Apparently we all have our niche.”

Josh mused over how many niches Michael had already found and rejected. Yet he had a feeling this one was different. They’d known each other too long and too well for Josh to miss the easy contentment in his friend’s moves. A contentment, he thought, that had never quite been there before.

“This is the one, isn’t it?”

Michael glanced over. He didn’t need to explain, not to Josh. He only needed to say one word. “Yeah.”

“If I know you, you want to make something big out of it.”

He yearned to. “In my own time.”

Josh took his, waiting while Michael fed the expectant mother, checked her hay-net, babied her. “Monterey Riding Academy? The owners are friends of the family.”

“So?”

“They’ll be at the club tonight. Kate was their accountant when she was with Bittle and Associates. They do a lot of buying and selling. So do their students.”

Ambition, Michael admitted, was always a trap. “You’re a slick son of a bitch, Harvard. You always were.”

Josh merely grinned. “We all have our niche.”

“Laura might not go for this little arrangement of yours.”

“I can handle Laura,” Josh said confidently, and checked his watch. “I’ve got enough time to slip by the shop and do just that before my last meeting today. The dance is at nine. I’ll tell her you’ll pick her up at eight-thirty—wearing a tie.”

“If you don’t make this worth my while, pal, I’ll have to kick your ass.” He brushed grain dust from his hands. “I won’t enjoy it, but I’ll have to do it.”

“Understood.” Satisfied with the outcome of his mission, Josh headed for the door. “Ah, you do know the way to the club, don’t you?”

Appreciating the sarcasm, Michael tilted his head. “Maybe I will enjoy it after all.”

She was furious, livid. And trapped. They’d ganged up on her, Laura fumed as she yanked the pearl gray Miska cocktail dress out of her closet. Josh and Margo and Kate, cornering her at Pretenses and all but presenting her with a fait accompli.

Michael Fury was escorting her to the country club dance. The arrangement would suit everyone. They wouldn’t have to worry about her driving there and back alone or about her feeling awkward at an event designed for couples. Michael would gain an entrée and make contacts in the horse world.

Oh, yeah, it suited everyone just fine. Everyone but herself.