Promise Canyon (Virgin River #13)(4)

Clay chuckled. "Before I hand in my resignation because my digs aren't fancy enough, I'll think about that." He laughed some more, remembering. "You have no idea how I lived when I followed the rodeo around, and in some ways I was happier than I'd ever been."

"That was then. This is now."

Right, Clay thought. Because at a point a man has to have stability if not roots. He'd lived in Isabel's big house, the cooking and cleaning done on a daily basis by a woman named Juanita and her daughter. It was a beautiful home, but he'd never been comfortable there. It was too much house and designed more for entertaining than for daily living. Isabel had many wealthy and influential acquaintances in the horse business and beyond.

It had been six years since they first met. He moved in with her five years ago, married her four years ago, agreed to the divorce two years ago and when it was final, a year and a half ago, he rented a small cabin on the other side of her family's property. But he was frequently invited back to Isabel's big house, back to her bed. She even braved his cabin sometimes. There seemed to be too many complications for them to make a marriage work, but there was undeniable chemistry between them. The only way Clay could stop that was by moving hundreds of miles north.

They exited the new construction and walked into the corral. "The stable quarters will be fine, Nathaniel," Clay said. "Just let me get acclimated and then maybe I'll look around. By the way, I brought a flat screen and I have my iPod. There's also the guitar and flute...."

"Just let me know how I can help," he said. "Hey, there's Annie." He strode across the corral toward a tall woman near the original stable. She was brushing down a handsome Thoroughbred.

Clay followed. He smiled appreciatively, maybe enviously, as Nathaniel slipped an arm around her waist and gave her a brief kiss on the cheek. All the while she was looking over Nathaniel's shoulder at Clay, her smile instant and her eyes sparkling. She transferred the brush to her left hand and stuck out her right. The kiss was barely finished as she said, "You must be Clay. At last! I'm so happy to meet you."

She's so pretty, he thought. She had earthy beauty; she was long-legged and slim, tall in her boots, and she had shiny dark red hair, bright green eyes and a rosy, freckled complexion. Her smile was strong, as was her hand when she grasped Clay's. "Nice to meet you," Clay said. "How'd he get you to agree to marry him?"

She didn't bite at the joke, but rather chuckled and said, "We've been so excited for you to get here. Nate's been telling me stories about some of the experiences you've had together. I understand you have a special relationship with the horses and I have a couple who could use some lessons in manners if you'd just have a word with them."

Clay tipped his head back slightly, smiling, silent and tolerant.

"Don't worry," she said. "I've been told you'd rather not advertise that ability."

"If I could count on it, I might. Some animals are more private than others. I'd hate to crush expectations. I have other skills."

"As I've also been told. Best farrier in the business, complete with digital diagnostic equipment to use in examining gaits, alignment and sports performance. I can't wait for a demonstration."

His grin widened at that. "It's the ONTRACKEQUINE software. I can't wait to show you."

"But I want to hear about the other skill." She lowered her voice when she said, "The whispering."

He tilted his head. "Do you garden?" he asked her.

"She's a farmer's daughter. She can grow anything," Nathaniel answered for her.

Clay focused on Annie. "Do you talk to plants?" When she nodded he asked, "And do they respond by becoming tall and healthy? Robust?"

"Sometimes. I've heard it's the oxygen you breathe on them," she said.

He shook his head. "You emit more carbon dioxide than oxygen. Perhaps it's the sound of your voice or your intention or it could be hypnosis," he said with a shrug. "Whatever that is, it's been working since the sun first warmed the ground. Sometimes it's better not to question but just accept. And also accept that there are no guarantees on anything."

She edged closer. "But if I promise not to advertise this magical thing that works sometimes, will you tell me a little about it? Some of your experiences? Friend to friend?"

"Yes, Annie. I'll tell you training stories as long as you promise to remember no one knows if the horse and I communicated or if the horse just decided to stop screwing around and get with the program."

"Promise," she said with a laugh. "I'd better get in the shower," Annie said. "I'll have dinner ready in an hour and a half. Is there anything you need in the meantime?"

He shook his head. "I'll grab my duffel. Nathaniel will show me where to park the truck and trailer and maybe I'll get my own shower before dinner."

So, Nathaniel was worried about the lack of amenities in the tech's quarters, Clay mused. The biggest problem he could tell from checking the place out was the bed. He was a long-legged man for a regular-size double bed. And the showerhead was a little low. But there'd been times he'd slept in his truck or trailer, camped, borrowed cots or couches, made a nest in a stall, whatever worked. The best thing about Isabel's big house was her extra-long king-size platform bed, good even when she wasn't in it.