“Well, let’s see.” He picked her up, set her on the saddle. “We have to see if the lady likes girls, right?” he said as he adjusted the stirrups. “This here’s an English saddle because that’s what Mandy uses. Take a rein in each hand. No, like this, sugar,” he said and adjusted her grip. “That’s the way.”

Patiently he explained the proper way to guide the mare while Kayla listened in solemn-eyed concentration. “Now, heels down. Good. Knees in. Back straight.” With a hand on the bridle he led the mare into a sedate walk. “How’s it feel up there, Miss Ridgeway?”

She giggled, bounced. “I’m riding the horse.”

“Now draw back on the left rein, easy now, the way I showed you. See how nice she turns. She’s a good girl.”

He had work to do, calls to make. And he forgot all of it. For the next twenty minutes he indulged himself, teaching Kayla the basics, hopping up behind her once to take the mare into a quick, circling canter that had the child shrieking with delight.

The day might have been overcast, more rain threatening. But here was sunshine.

When he plucked her off and her arms wound tight around his neck in a hug, he felt, for the first time in his life, like a hero.

“Can I do it again sometime, Mr. Fury?”

“Sure you can.”

With easy affection and trust, she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinning at him. “When Mama gets home she’ll be so surprised. I rode the horse all by myself and steered her and everything.”

“You sure did. And now we know she likes girls.”

“She’ll like Mandy, so she’ll be happy. I’m going to tell Annie right now how I rode the horse. Thanks, Mr. Fury.”

She wiggled down and raced off, the pup scrambling after. Michael watched her, stroking the mare’s neck. “You’ve done it now, Fury,” he murmured. “Gone and fallen in love with that pretty little blonde.” He looked into his mare’s eyes, kissed her. Sighed. “Not supposed to fall for what you can’t keep.”

Two hours later, he repeated the warning to himself. The Prentices had fallen for the mare at first sight, had barely bothered to dicker over his asking price. Now he had a check in his pocket and the lady was no longer his.

With mixed feelings, he approached Templeton House. He’d made a sale, and that was part of his business. The mare, he had no doubt, was going to be pampered and adored for the rest of her life. And it was a sure bet that the Prentices would spread the word that Michael Fury had good stock for sale.

He had Laura to thank for it, and he intended to do so.