Troy backed away from the trailer, the mare successfully loaded. “If we get a call about the mare, who should I contact, you or Eloise?” “Eloise.” Sean gritted his teeth. Me, he’d wanted to say, but that made no sense. He couldn’t explain why he didn’t want Troy to talk to Eloise. The thought made his jaw clench so hard his teeth hurt. “Yes, or Cady.” Eloise folded a windblown lock of hair behind her ear, beautiful as always, possibly more beautiful than the last time he’d looked at her about three seconds ago. “You have my cell number. The inn’s number is in the phone book.” “Easy enough.” Troy knuckled back his hat and apparently figured he had the right to open the truck door for her since he paraded beside her in that direction. Wrong. Sean yanked open the door, fighting a wave of red hot, boiling jealousy that flashed into existence with a force that rivaled spontaneous combustion. Jealousy wasn’t like him, but he couldn’t deny the fact that his entire field of vision flashed crimson as Troy made small talk with Eloise.
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