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Fell off the porch steps, my ass, Cole thought as his jean-clad legs and booted feet ate up the distance to the barn. Saddling his favorite horse and doing a day’s work on the ranch was the only thing he could think of to derail the confrontation he held on his tongue about the lies his mother muttered to explain her injuries. In the moments when he wasn’t spinning scenarios about what really happened to land her in the hospital, his mind turned, as it often did, to Samantha Tanner. And when he couldn’t reconcile that issue, he occupied himself with the ramifications of resigning from a premier legal firm in the Midwest, hence the reason for working cattle.
Slipping the halter over Hollywood’s nose, Cole secured the buckle and led the big bay out of his stall to the hitching post by th
