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open. “We’ve been
expecting you. Welcome, sir. Ma’am.” He touched the brim of his
hat.
    Tracy’s head swung to look at him, her lap
full of clothes and small bags. “Thank you.” She graced him with a
smile.
    The guard paused a moment, looking at her.
Then he smiled back.
    Steele didn’t blame him. Her smile, those
sparkling green eyes. She was spectacular. He shifted and
accelerated through the gates and onto the property. Acres of
wooded land surrounded the valley. Mountain springs fed the river
and reservoir, allowing world-class golf courses, tennis courts,
pools, resort buildings, and best of all, the stables he’d
commissioned.
    “Drive slow, please.” The sound of a zipper
came from the passenger seat. “And don’t look.”
    He turned his head toward her just as she
lifted her butt and slid her shorts down to her knees. Her white
thong panties clung to her slim hips and cute ass.
    The blood rushing from his brain to his cock
nearly blinded him, and he jerked the wheel.
    Tracy laughed as she pulled her shorts down
her calves and off her feet. “Sorry. I’m so used to changing in a
room full of models and actors... I should have warned you
sooner.”
    Forcing himself to watch the road, and only
the road, Steele swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths.
“Despite what you might have heard about this place...” He shifted
his hips to relieve some of the pressure of his cock pressing hard
against his fly. “This isn’t a nudist resort.”
     

Chapter Three
    Tracy laughed. Steele’s dry sense of humor
always took her by surprise. She unfolded her white capris and
smoothed out the wrinkles. She looked around at the thick woods.
“So this is why you never told me where we were going. I would have
insisted on stopping at home for better clothes.” She slid her feet
into the casual pants and arched up to pull them up over her
hips.
    “Nope. I never told you because you never
asked again.” He gripped the wheel with both hands, staring
intently ahead, and not at her exposed flesh.
    “You’re a very literal person, aren’t you.”
Unzipping a small bag, she pulled out a brush and ran it through
her hair. “I’d like to talk more about what you just said, though.”
He’d said it for a reason. She’d not only hurt him physically, but
emotionally as well.
    He shook his head. “We’ll see.” His jaw
tightened.
    They would see. Years of therapy surrounding
her frightening childhood convinced her to keep trying. Find a way
to get him to open up.
    The car topped a rise in the road and all her
thoughts of psychology fled. A gorgeous valley, green and lush,
spread out before them. “It’s beautiful.” A long, tan, winding
building, maybe ten stories high, sat next to a small lake. Tennis
courts and pools surrounded it, and she spotted signs bearing the
names of three golf courses.
    “This is all private?”
    “Yep. Members only.” He downshifted as they
drove down into the valley.
    A sign to her right announced the
stables.
    “I can see why you’re a member.”
    “Relaxes me to ride.”
    “How often do you come here?” If she could
afford membership, she’d be here every night after filming
ended.
    “Not often anymore.” He shifted, and his big
biceps popped.
    “Any more?”
    “When I first moved to LA, I was culture
shocked to the point where I’d drive out of the city and just walk
around areas like this.” He looked at her for a moment, a wrinkle
between his eyes. “I miss the ranch.”
    She gave him a sad smile. “I know what you
mean. I miss Montana.”
    They pulled up to the front of the tan stone
resort and valets jogged out and opened their car doors. “Mr.
McLairn. Welcome back.”
    “Marcus, how’s it going?”
    As she slid out of the car, Steele stepped
out and grabbed her bag, walked to the trunk and opened it with a
key, then took out a black duffle. “I got the bags.” He handed the
key to the older man, along with a folded bill.
    “Thank you, sir.” Marcus