IT WAS FEEDING TIME. Hay bales lay

IT WAS FEEDING TIME. Hay bales lay scattered along the center of the aisles. Margot found Travis at the far end, along with Tito and Felix. He and Felix were dividing the bales into three flake sections and depositing them in each stall while Tito poured scoops of grain into the feed buckets. Up and down the rows of box stalls, the horses snorted and whickered their anticipation, a few kicking the wooden walls in excitement.
Spotting Margot, Travis straightened, a section of hay bracketed between his hands. He looked at her impassively. He was still angry, she realized.
“I need to talk to you.”
“The horses need to be fed.”
“Then please come to the office when you’re finished.” Not giving him a chance to refuse, she left, walking back up the aisle to the center of the barn.
Entering the office, she sat down at her father’s desk, pulled open the center drawer, and retrieved a stapled document she had stored there. In the middle side drawer she took out a bill-of-sale form and read it carefully before filling it out, transferring information.
Damn it to hell, Travis thought as he reached Sweet William’s stall, the last on his side of the aisle. He didn’t want to go anywhere near Margot right now. He was too furious, too hurt, too fucking miserable. He still couldn’t believe what she’d told him and Ned back in the stallion barn.
What did she think she was doing?
He wanted to grab her and shake some sense into her. He wanted—God, he thought wretchedly, only this morning he’d caught himself fantasizing about a life spent waking up to a warm and sleepy Margot curled against him. These weeks had offered him a glimpse of what they might have together: horses, love … and lots more love.
He’d convinced himself that Margot shared the same dreams. But he was mistaken. Hers were as glossy and sumptuous as the Dior photograph he’d seen this afternoon. By announcing the imminent arrival of Charlie Ayer and the assorted entourage of fashion people, she’d made it plain that she had no intention of trading in her deluxe world for a guy like him.
It sure hadn’t taken her long to conclude that life at Rosewood lacked the glamour she reveled in. Not even the fiery passion they’d discovered could compete. He’d spent most of the day tied up in knots trying to figure out how to tell her he loved her, while all the while she was probably rehearsing her “Sorry, Travis, but I just don’t think it’s going to work out” speech.
Although walking into that office was like walking into a torture chamber, Travis went anyway. He was her employee and, lovesick fool that he was, he couldn’t stay away from her.
She was at the desk, reading some form. He leaned against the doorjamb waiting, watching her, feeling a perverse satisfaction at the embarrassed flush that crawled up the ivory column of her neck, and that when she laid the piece of paper down, her hands trembled. “You wanted to talk to me?”
“Yes, Ned told me Hugh Hartmann called.”
“That’s right. He needs a trainer for a barn he’s opening in Sperryville.”
“Ned seemed to think it was a good enough job to interest you. Is it?”
“What are you driving at, Margot? Do you want to know if I’m going to leave?”
“Yes. I remember what you said when you came back—”
Damn it all, Travis railed silently. How could she sound so calm and detached when he was bleeding inside? “That’s interesting. I thought you’d clean forgotten my telling you I’d only stay on at Rosewood if you were serious about running the farm. Kind of begs the question of what you’re going to do, Margot. Do you really plan to use Rosewood as some kind of fashion set so that you can smile your lover’s smile for Charlie Ayer’s camera?”
“If I do, will you leave?”
“What the hell do you want me to say to that?” he asked furiously.
“I’m going to continue modeling. You can’t possibly know how important it is to me.”
“Oh, I think I do. You’ve made it crystal clear what you really care about.” No point in asking if her modeling was more important than them. There was no “them.”
Christ, when had he gotten so stupid? All those years ago he’d recognized that the divide between Margot and him was too great.
“I guess this is it, then, the end of the line.” He made himself speak the words evenly as if saying them were not killing him. Even as he turned around to leave, he prayed that she was going to come to her senses.
“Wait,” she said, and hope soared within him. He turned back. “This is for you.” She was holding the piece of paper in her shaking hand.
His hope crashed as quickly as it had taken flight. Grimly he took the paper, gave it a cursory glance, then looked again. “This is a bill of sale for Night Raider,” he said in a sharp tone.
“Yes. He’s yours now. He should have been all along. I want you to have him.”
Jesus, this really was nothing more than a game to her. That she could buy and then with equal casualness give away a high-priced horse was the final cut, slicing deeply. He would bear the scars from Margot forever.
“I’m real flattered, Margot. I only got two weeks’ severance out of your dad when he gave me the boot. With you I get a forty-five-thousand-dollar horse.” Summoning a cold smile, he struck back, in the hope that he would wound her just as deeply. “Or should I consider Raider a bonus for those extra services I rendered? Damn, maybe if I’d given you a few more orgasms I could have got a gold watch, too.”

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ITU SEDANG MEMBERI MAKAN WAKTU. Bal jerami berbaring tersebar sepanjang pusat lorong. Margot menemukan Travis di ujung, Tito dan Felix. Dia dan Felix membagi Bale menjadi tiga bagian mengelupas dan deposito mereka di warung setiap sementara Tito dituangkan sendok biji-bijian ke dalam ember pakan. Atas dan bawah baris kedai kotak, kuda-kuda mendengus dan whickered mereka mengantisipasi, beberapa menendang dinding kayu dalam kegembiraan.Spotting Margot, Travis diluruskan, Bagian jerami yang diberi tanda kurung antara tangannya. Dia memandang kurban. Ia adalah tetap marah, ia menyadari."Saya perlu untuk berbicara dengan Anda.""Kuda perlu diberi makan.""Kemudian silakan datang ke kantor bila Anda telah selesai." Tidak memberinya kesempatan untuk menolak, dia meninggalkan, berjalan kembali menyusuri lorong ke pusat gudang.Memasuki kantor, dia duduk di meja ayahnya, ditarik terbuka laci pusat, dan diperoleh dokumen dengan dia telah disimpan di sana. Di dalam laci tengah sisi dia mengambil formulir bill of sale dan membacanya dengan seksama sebelum mengisi formulir, mentransfer informasi tersebut.Sialan itu neraka, Travis berpikir ketika ia mencapai manis William kios, yang terakhir di sisi gang. Dia tidak mau pergi ke mana pun di dekat Margot sekarang. Dia juga marah, terlalu terluka, terlalu sialan sengsara. Dia masih tidak percaya yang dia telah mengatakan dia dan Ned kembali di gudang stallion.Apa yang dia pikirkan yang ia lakukan?He wanted to grab her and shake some sense into her. He wanted—God, he thought wretchedly, only this morning he’d caught himself fantasizing about a life spent waking up to a warm and sleepy Margot curled against him. These weeks had offered him a glimpse of what they might have together: horses, love … and lots more love.He’d convinced himself that Margot shared the same dreams. But he was mistaken. Hers were as glossy and sumptuous as the Dior photograph he’d seen this afternoon. By announcing the imminent arrival of Charlie Ayer and the assorted entourage of fashion people, she’d made it plain that she had no intention of trading in her deluxe world for a guy like him.It sure hadn’t taken her long to conclude that life at Rosewood lacked the glamour she reveled in. Not even the fiery passion they’d discovered could compete. He’d spent most of the day tied up in knots trying to figure out how to tell her he loved her, while all the while she was probably rehearsing her “Sorry, Travis, but I just don’t think it’s going to work out” speech.Although walking into that office was like walking into a torture chamber, Travis went anyway. He was her employee and, lovesick fool that he was, he couldn’t stay away from her.She was at the desk, reading some form. He leaned against the doorjamb waiting, watching her, feeling a perverse satisfaction at the embarrassed flush that crawled up the ivory column of her neck, and that when she laid the piece of paper down, her hands trembled. “You wanted to talk to me?”“Yes, Ned told me Hugh Hartmann called.”“That’s right. He needs a trainer for a barn he’s opening in Sperryville.”“Ned seemed to think it was a good enough job to interest you. Is it?”“What are you driving at, Margot? Do you want to know if I’m going to leave?”“Yes. I remember what you said when you came back—”Damn it all, Travis railed silently. How could she sound so calm and detached when he was bleeding inside? “That’s interesting. I thought you’d clean forgotten my telling you I’d only stay on at Rosewood if you were serious about running the farm. Kind of begs the question of what you’re going to do, Margot. Do you really plan to use Rosewood as some kind of fashion set so that you can smile your lover’s smile for Charlie Ayer’s camera?”“If I do, will you leave?”“What the hell do you want me to say to that?” he asked furiously.“I’m going to continue modeling. You can’t possibly know how important it is to me.”“Oh, I think I do. You’ve made it crystal clear what you really care about.” No point in asking if her modeling was more important than them. There was no “them.”Christ, when had he gotten so stupid? All those years ago he’d recognized that the divide between Margot and him was too great.“I guess this is it, then, the end of the line.” He made himself speak the words evenly as if saying them were not killing him. Even as he turned around to leave, he prayed that she was going to come to her senses.“Wait,” she said, and hope soared within him. He turned back. “This is for you.” She was holding the piece of paper in her shaking hand.His hope crashed as quickly as it had taken flight. Grimly he took the paper, gave it a cursory glance, then looked again. “This is a bill of sale for Night Raider,” he said in a sharp tone.“Yes. He’s yours now. He should have been all along. I want you to have him.”Jesus, this really was nothing more than a game to her. That she could buy and then with equal casualness give away a high-priced horse was the final cut, slicing deeply. He would bear the scars from Margot forever.“I’m real flattered, Margot. I only got two weeks’ severance out of your dad when he gave me the boot. With you I get a forty-five-thousand-dollar horse.” Summoning a cold smile, he struck back, in the hope that he would wound her just as deeply. “Or should I consider Raider a bonus for those extra services I rendered? Damn, maybe if I’d given you a few more orgasms I could have got a gold watch, too.”