The sun wasn't up yet, but the first rooster of morning crowed from a farm in the distance and the hills to the east began to silhouette against the coming dawn. The colt was dead tired, head low, ears pricked forward as he stood in a corner of the field. "You miserable son of a bitch," Andy muttered. Red's usually glossy coat was dusty, his eyes wild. "You're lucky I don't have a gun or I'd shoot you myself and sell you for dog food right here and now!"

Red snorted, challenging him.

"Run and I swear, I'll track you down and kill you." But the horse was beat and it took little coaxing to grab hold of the dangling reins and climb onto his back. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before running off."

"You're more trouble than you're worth." Clucking his tongue, Andy dug his heels into the colt's sides and decided they had a lot in common. They were both rebels, ready to buck authority at every turn. He let the horse walk or lope slowly through the connecting fields, but he wanted to get back before Mac and the rest of the hands showed up for work.

It was daybreak when Andy rode into the paddocks surrounding the stable. The first lights in the big house were already glowing. No doubt the cook and servants were scurrying around trying to get the day ready for the Bale royalty. Soon Mac would drive into the yard, and though Andy had worked a full day and been up all night, he would be expected to put in another eight to twelve hours. But that wasn't the hard part. Facing L.K would be the real test. He'd been a fool last night, letting his emotions off their usually taunt rein. He hadn't planned on kissing her, or touching her, or almost stripping her of her virginity, for Christ's sake, but he hadn't been able to put on the brakes. He'd damned near climbed onto her willing body and taken her regardless of the fact that she was only sixteen and the daughter of his boss.

It was sick how he was attracted to her--a little mite of a thing who didn't know up from sideways when it came to men or sex.

Unlike Abi. He gritted his teeth, damning himself for his weakness where the Bale women--make that girls--were concerned. Though Abi's blatant sexuality disgusted him, he couldn't help being a little turned on whenever she was around.

God, if Ashley could see him now!

He never thought he'd have this kind of woman trouble, where the most sought-after female in Malibu was chasing him down and he was attracted to her spitfire of a little sister. What was wrong with him?

Not bothering with the lights, he led the horse into the stable and felt, rather than saw, another person, Max, no doubt. He had a room over the stable. "What're you doing up so early?" he asked, as he reached for a pail to get the colt some water.

"You cock-sucking bastard!" A fist slammed into his face.

Andy's head snapped back. Pain exploded in his jaw. He spun against the wall and could barely breathe.

His fists clenched instinctively. "What the hell--?" Rounding on his heel, he hadn't recovered before his attacker threw another punch. The knuckles on the man's hand popped. Andy's jaw cracked again. He hit the floor with a thud and rolled instinctively toward the door.

"Stay away from her!"

As Andy's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he recognized Alex, his face flushed and twisted in rage, his eyes bright with hate. The smell of used whiskey filled the air. "You hear me, Biersack? You keep the fuck away from my sister!"

L.K's image seared through his mind. "I haven't--"

"I've seen you, you bastard. You're droolin' all over yourself." He kicked at Andy, but this time Andy was ready. His hands wrapped around Alex's polished boot and twisted hard. "Wha--" Alex lost his balance and landed on his back. Smack! His head bounced against the wall. "I'll kill you!" he roared. "I'll cut off your fuckin' balls."

Horses neighed and Andy backed up as Alex scrambled to his feet and reached into his pocket. With a sharp click, his switchblade flashed deadly.

Andy's insides froze. "Go sober up, Bale," Andy advised, wiping at the blood that drizzled from his nostril, keeping his eyes trained on the knife, watching Alex struggle to his feet. "Or else I might have to hurt you."

"You'd like that, wouldn't ya?" Alex's smile was pure evil. "Well, try it, Biersack. Just try it."

"Leave it alone, Alex."

"You've been with her. haven't ya? Gettin' into her panties--"

"Shut up." Guilt burned through his brain.

"I know it. I've seen you and I'm not the only one; the half-wit, he's seen you, too. Been mouthin' off about it." Alex wiggled his knife in the darkness. "You're a no-good bastard son of a bitch, Biersack. White trash that needs to be taught a lesson." He lunged again, but Andy moved, rolling quickly onto the balls of his feet and reaching into his pocket for his jackknife. Crouched and ready, he wanted nothing more than to take Alex down a peg or two.

Alex's knife sliced the air, slashing in a wide arc. Andy ducked, but not before the blade carved an arch in his shirt, the fabric ripping, the point of the knife burning his skin.
Andy pounced, leaping onto Alex's back, holding his knife against Alex's throat.

"What the fuck!" With a swift kick, Andy's heel smashed against Alex's knee. "Christ!"
Shifting his weight, making the drunk fall down, Andy was on him in an instant, pinning him down, knife at his throat, nostrils quivering. "You rich bastard, don't you ever insinuate--"

"What the hell's going on here?" The door flew open and a switch clicked. The stable was suddenly awash with flickering fluorescent light. Tall and furious, Mac loomed in the doorway, his weathered face a mask of hatred. "Didn't I tell you I didn't want any trouble, Biersack?"

"The bastard's trying to kill me!" Alex yelled.

"Get off him!" Mac ordered.

Andy hesitated.

"Now, Biersack! Move it!"

Snapping his knife closed, Andy crawled off Alex and shoved the jackknife deep into his pocket. With the back of his hand, he wiped the blood that oozed from the corner of his mouth and stained the front of his shirt.

Alex, smelling of liquor and smoke, climbed to his feet. "He jumped me when I came in to check on the horses."

"That so?" Mac's eyes thinned, as if he were weighing the truth in Alex's words. "Since when're you interested in the stock?"

"Hey--I care about this place. Gonna own it someday."

'You smell like a brewery."

"I had a couple of drinks. So what? Anyway, this son of a bitch was waitin' for me. Jumped me from behind."

"That so, Biersack?" Mac eye Andy's shirt, pulled down the cut flap and frowned at the semicircle of blood where Alex's blade had scratched Andy's tattooed chest.

Andy had been down this road too many times to care. "It happened just like he said except he got the names twisted around. He jumped me."

"You lyin' bastard. You know what happened."

"Shut up, Alex. Let him tell his side of it." Mac wasn't taking any crap from either of them. His gaze bored into Andy. "So what were you doin' here this time of day?"

He could lie and say that he'd come to work early, but Alex knew better, had seen him with his horse. His motorcycle wasn't parked in its usual spot, and he was wearing the same clothes he'd worked in the day before. But if he told the truth, he'd get Abi and L.K in trouble. "L.K's horse got loose last night. It took a while to find him."

The lines on Mac's face seemed to deepen. "Got loose where?"

"Out in the north pasture, by the old sawmill. L.K's been pestering me to ride him and I thought I'd give him a trial run first, make sure she could handle him. Trouble was he shied at a snake and threw me. I spent the next nine hours trying to track him down."

"You lost a fifty-thousand dollar colt?" Mac demanded.

"Found him again. Unharmed."

"Jesus H. Christ!" Mac lifted his hat and shot stiff fingers through his hair.

"That's what happens when you hire fuckin' white trash," Alex snarled. "Can't even stay on the horse. What kind of ranch hand do you think you are, Biersack?"

"Enough!" Christian Bale's voice boomed through the stable, and Alex's lips curved into a smirk. "What in the Sam Hill is goin' on? The noise you all are makin' is enough to raise the dead. Holy Mother of Mary, look at you!" he said upon seeing his son. Alex's hair was mussed, filthy from rolling on the floor, cobwebs, dust, and hay stuck to his head. A welt was forming under his eye. "What happened . . ." Then his gaze landed on Andy and his spine seemed to stiffen, vertebra by vertebra. "Alex?"

"He jumped me when I came into the stable."

Christian's eyebrows inched up. "That's so, Biersack?"

"Other way around."

Mac glowered at the two younger men. "Biersack, here, claims he got thrown off L.K's colt and spent the night trying to find him. When he got back, Alex was waitin' for him."

"You believe him?" Christian asked Mac.

The foreman looked from Andy to Alex and back again. "Someone's got to be lyin'." He rubbed the stubble on his jaw. "Biersack here isn't a fool and I don't think he'd risk his ass by attacking your boy here. Alex's been drinking and--"

"All right, so I took a swing at him," Alex admitted angrily, "but he deserved it. I've seen him with Abi, Dad. Kissing her and touching her and--well, hell, for all I know he might've already--"

"Don't even think about it," Christian growled, but his eyes had turned dark as midnight, his lips white with rage. "What have you got to say to yourself, boy?" he said. "I gave you a job, trusted you with the most valuable horses on the place and what have you done--nearly lost a prize colt for beginners."

"That much is true."

"Andy my daughter?" he demanded.

Andy thought of L.K and how he'd been unable to fight the temptation and nearly taken her--how close he'd come to giving in to his lust and how much restraint it had taken to keep from making love to her over and over again. So, she'd been a virgin--that hadn't stopped him before. For the first time in his life he felt genuine remorse about his relationship with a woman. Why?

"Have you been sleeping with Abi?" Christian's voice was a cold, harsh whisper.

"No," Andy stared him straight in the eye.

"Why should I believe you?"

"I guess you shouldn't," Andy answered, "but maybe you should have more faith in your daughter."

"That's not answering the question," Alex said, and his face was pale with hate. "I should rip your lyin' tongue from behind your teeth, then slice off your nuts!"

"Enough!" Christian slammed his son up against the wall so hard a bucket that had been hung from a peg near the door clattered to the floor. "Clean up your language and go sleep it off," Christian said, shoving Alex toward the open door. "And you, Mac, leave us alone. This is personal."

With a nod of his head, Mac walked out of the stable and Andy was left with the man who had hired him, the man who had been kind to his family when others in town would rather have looked the other way, the man who adored his daughters.

Fury dilated Christian's eyes and his nostrils quivered. He pointed a thick finger at Andy's chin and jabbed the air. "Don't you ever, ever go near her again. Y'hear? I gave you this job because I thought you needed a break, because you're good with the stock, but if you ever so much as lay a finger on Abi, I swear Alex will be too late. I'll cut off your balls myself."

The air in the stables simmered, though the night had just turned to day and the first rays of dawn were streaking through the open door, back lighting the most powerful man in the county, seeming to gild his white hair.

"Now, you've got work to do," Christian pointed out. "I suggest you get on with it. But remember, I'll be watching you. Even when your back is turned, and believe me, I'm not a man you want to cross." Jaw clenched, he strode out of the stable, and Andy was left with a bad taste in his mouth.

From this point forward, no matter what kind of trouble occurred on the ranch, he was sure to be blamed. But for the rest of his own existence, he had to try to delete L.K from his mind to, at least, focus on his job.

---

L.K couldn't sleep. She thought of Andy and he'd done to her, how he'd made her feel. The same exhilaration as riding Red flat-out, only different. She'd been as breathless as if she'd run for miles, her blood had seemed to spark as it had rushed through her veins and she'd tingled in the deepest parts of her.

She stood in front of the mirror naked, her body slim and athletic, her hips slender, her breasts small and high. Cocking her head to the side, she eyed herself critically and wondered what he saw in her--a lanky tomboy without much of a feminine curve to her name. Her waist was small enough, she supposed, her abdomen flat, but still--if she shoved her hair into a baseball cap, wore men's jeans and a big flannel shirt, no one would suspect she was a female.

But Andy hadn't seemed to mind. Or had he? Was she just an easy substitute for Abi? Suddenly the image in the mirror seemed to mock her, and she felt foolish. She snatched up her clothes and tried not to think about Andy's kisses and the burning flames his fingers sent across her flesh.

"L.K?" Abi's voice rang through the hall, and L.K dived into her underpants. She threw on a bra--what a joke--and slid into a faded pair of black skinny jeans. "Hey, could you come here for a minute?"

"Just a sec," she called out as she shoved her arms through the sleeves of her favorite KISS t-shirt and yanked it over her head.

"I need some help."

"Great."

"Oh, come on--"

On bare feet she hurried to Abi's room, where her sister sat on the window ledge, hands outstretched, fingers separated by balls of cotton as a shiny shade of apricot polish dried her nails.

She, too, was undressed, wearing only a lacy bra and bikini panties. Her skin was bronzed, her breasts nearly spilling out of the confines of silky red cups. Though her abdomen wasn't as flat as her younger sister's, she had the curves that made up for it.
"Good. I wouldn't ask, L.K, but I've got to get going and--well, Kaya's not here and your mother doesn't like me enough to do my hair."

"Of course she does--" But Abi's sharp, knowing glance cut off the lie.

"We both know she resents me; it's no big deal. But I'm not going to ask her to do my hair." Careful with her fingernails, she climbed to her feet and crossed the room to her vanity, where she caught L.K's gaze in the mirror. "Now, I know it's not your thing, but would you mind braiding my hair--French braid. I'm supposed to go into town with Kaya and I did my nails first. Stupid, huh?"

"I'm not very good at this," L.K hedged.

"Please. You know I wouldn't ask, but . . . I need you," Abi's eyes were wide, and with a sigh, L.K crossed the room that was decorated in shades of pink and white. Lace curtains matched the canopy of an antique bed, and embroidered pillowcases were cast over a raw silk comforter in a shade of dusty rose that matched the blinds. One wall held a portrait of Abi with her mother, Monica. One-year-old Abi sat on her mother's lap in a matching blue dress. Abi, with curling black hair and blue eyes, had been a beguiling toddler. Monica, in her early twenties, was a gorgeous woman with the same shade of eyes and hair as her daughter.

Abi was right; Martina had never cared much for her step-daughter who was the spitting image of Christian's beloved first wife.

"Hurry up, we don't have much time," Abi said, tossing her hair over her shoulders.

"I don't like this."

"I know, but it's time you started paying attention to the feminine things--"

"Like those?" L.K asked, casting a glance at the number of Barbie and China dolls that were sitting on shelves.

"You could take a lesson from their wardrobes."

"I think I'll pass." She wound her fingers through a hank of Abi's thick hair. "I'm not sure I can do this the way you want-"

"Just pretend I'm a horse and you're braiding my tail or something." Abi's eyes flashed indignantly. "You know, L.K, there's really more to life than just hanging around the stable. You're pretty enough if you just do something with yourself. If you want I'll help--with the lipstick, nail polish and hair."

"Thanks, but--"

"Don't you want boys to notice you?"

Only Andy. "It doesn't matter."

"Sure it does."

"Do you want your hair braided or not?"

"Well, of course," Abi said petulantly. "That's why I called you in here."

"Then get off my case, okay? I like the way I look." That was a little bit of a lie, but L.K wasn't interested in emulating her sister or some plastic creation from Mattel, for crying out loud!

"Fine," Abi huffed. She bit her lip, looked about to say something, and a shadow passed in front of her eyes--that secret desperate shadow L.K didn't want to notice. "I was just trying to help, but if you don't want it, then just get on with the braid."
Gritting her teeth, L.K picked up the brush. Her fingers worked deftly and soon a shiny black plait fell neatly between Abi's shoulder blades. She twisted a rubber band over the end. "There. Now you owe me one."

"Two," Abi said absently as she turned her head to one side and touched up her blush with her brush. "I owe you two, if we're counting. You helped me out last night, remember?"

L.K had to bite her tongue. "Yeah, right," she said feeling a little jab of guilt.

"I'm not kidding. If Dad ever caught me with Andy, he'd skin us both alive."

"I suppose," L.K said, remembering the magic of Andy's hands on her body--the way his mouth seemed to mold possessively over hers. A knot of desire started to unwind deep in her abdomen, and for the first time she understood why girls got bad reputations, why they risked everything to be with a boy. That's how she felt with Andy, silly thought it was. She started to turn when she saw the black and blue mark on Abi's body. Partially hidden by the red silk of her bra, the bruise was just visible and L.K couldn't help but stare. Her stomach seemed to drop as she recognized the hickey for what it was. A man had placed his lips on the tender skin of Abi's breast and sucked hard enough to discolor her skin.

L.K felt the blood drain from her face.

Abi didn't seem to notice as she leaned forward and blew across her nails, but another bluish mark showed on her thigh, maybe just a bruise, but the perfectly round shape could have been made by lips.

Vomit threatened the back of L.K's throat.

"Hey, thanks a lot," Abi said as L.K, without a word, turned on her heel and hurried out of the room. She clutched her stomach and wished she'd never seen the telltale marks. So Abi had hickeys--so big deal. Didn't she date a million boys?

Yeah, but last night she'd been with Andy, and if she'd been covered with hickeys earlier, wouldn't L.K have seen them when Abi was swimming naked in the pool? True it had been dark, but . . . oh, God, she didn't want to think about Andy making love to Abi, then turning his attention on her. It was perverted and sick and--she ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.

Fool! That's what she was--a stupid, naive fool. Andy must be laughing at her now, at her inexperience, how she'd nearly melted when he'd touched her, how she arched up, silently begging him to do to her what stallions did to mares. Like an animal in heat--that's what she'd been.

She flushed the toilet, then rinsed her mouth in the sink and brushed her teeth so harshly she probably stripped off some enamel.

By the time she reached the stable, Andy wasn't around. Red was in a field grazing, and the night before seemed almost a dream--a silly schoolgirl fantasy--and that's how she was going to think about it, as if her experience with Andy never really happened.