“Which it absolutely does,” Brant said. “Whenever I strike a match with my thumbnail, I grow extra chest hair.” He glanced over his shoulder at Cade. “Right, bro?”
“Yep, and my pecs get bigger, not to mention my—”
“That’s enough,” Rosie said. “We don’t need to hear about that.”
“I do,” Lexi said. “I had no idea. Cade, strike those matches any time you get the urge. I’ll buy you a few extra boxes.”
Brant laughed. “Let’s just say that a cowboy who can strike a match with his thumbnail gets respect. Ask anyone.” He paused. “Except Mom. She doesn’t get it.”
“Neither do I,” Aria said. “But strike that match however you care to.” She doused the chicken with brandy. “Just do it now.”
Naturally the first match wouldn’t cooperate. The second one wasn’t any better. “Guess I’m out of practice. Hang on a sec—”
“Here you go.” Herb appeared at his side with a butane lighter.
“Uh, no.” Aria looked panicked. “Just a match, please.”
“Then light the match with the butane,” Herb said.
Brant hesitated. “Let me have one more try.” From the corner of his eye he saw Cade smirking. There would be payback for this.
“Do it this way, son. The brandy’s waiting.”
“I guess you’re right.” He lit the match with the butane and eased it toward the chicken. The brandy caught with a whoosh and fire leaped from the frying pan.
Everyone gave a little gasp—everyone except Aria and Herb. She watched the flames with a smile of satisfaction.
Herb picked up the fire extinguisher. “Shouldn’t you put the lid on the pan to smother that?”
“It’ll burn down in a minute,” Aria said.
Rosie gestured toward the flames. “See, Herb? This is why I never tried to make coq au vin.”
“For which I’m grateful.” He lowered the fire extinguisher as the fire gradually died.
Lexi stepped closer and peered into the frying pan. “That was cool.”
“I like a little drama in my cooking. Keeps things interesting.”
Brant filed that statement away as another clue to her personality. So far he’d pegged her as somewhat driven, a trait that he associated with his dad’s workaholic behavior. But unlike his father, she wasn’t a martyr. She’d found a creative outlet that gave her a joyful purpose.
That still didn’t leave room for him to approach her other than as the owner of the foal he’d agreed to train. He hadn’t come here expecting anything else. But he hadn’t pictured working with Aria, either. She was damn near irresistible and he’d have to resist. Somehow.
“That’s the showiest part.” Aria added the cooked onions and bacon to the pan. Then she poured some red wine over everything.
“I was wondering where the wine came in,” Lexi said. “Have you taught your students to make this?”
“Last Monday.”
“I didn’t realize a cooking class could be so exciting.” Lexi turned to Cade. “How about you and me signing up for some classes?”
“Sure, I’m game.”
“I’d love to have you.” Aria sprinkled in some herbs and more wine. “But just so you know, there’s no class this Monday. Camille always stays open on Memorial Day, so I’ll be making deliveries for her.” She put the lid on the frying pan. “That needs to simmer for about thirty minutes before I put in the mushrooms.”
“Hallelujah! Time to head for the watering hole.” Brant gestured toward the table. “After you, ma’am.”
“You go ahead. I need to sauté the mushrooms.”
“I’d offer to do it for you but sauté sounds like a square-dance move to me.”
“I could do it,” Lexi said, “but I hesitate to meddle with such an elaborate concoction.”
Rosie nodded. “Same here.”
“I’ll be done in a few minutes.” Aria dropped some butter into another frying pan.
Her comment had a familiar ring. His dad used to promise that the business call he had to make would only take a few minutes and then he’d be available to play catch, or go to a movie, or take a hike. Those promises had rarely panned out.
Maybe he should douse this flame of lust before it got him into trouble. “Your bubbly will be waiting for you.” He picked up her champagne flute along with his and walked over to the table.
“’Bout time you showed up.” Cade slid open a box of kitchen matches and dumped it in the middle of the table.
Rosie groaned. “Here we go.”
“Brant Ellison?” Cade looked up, his green eyes sparkling.
“Dear God, you’ve gone senile. You don’t recognize me anymore.”
“I recognize you just fine, and I hereby challenge you to an official Battle of the Sacred Flame.”
“A Battle of the Sacred Flame.” Lexi grinned. “I haven’t heard those fateful words in years. Takes me back.”
“Doesn’t it, though?” Rosie shook her head. “Ah, for the good old days filled with testosterone and the smell of sulfur. I’d love to know what bonehead started this activity but nobody will say.”
As Brant sat at the table and reached for the champagne bottle, he avoided looking at Herb. Rumor had it that Herb had taught Cade how to light a match this way. Then Cade had taught Damon Harrison, the second boy to arrive, and so on. The trick had spread like...well, wildfire. “What’s on the line?”
“I would say your reputation.” Cade folded his arms and smiled. “But you obviously don’t give a damn about that if you’d surrender to a butane lighter, so let’s make it interesting. First guy who fails to light a match will wash the other guy’s truck in the morning.”
Brant thought of his mud-spattered vehicle. Old Bessie hadn’t been near a hose and a bucket for at least a month. “Have you seen my truck?”
“Not up close, but it doesn’t matter. Judging from your recent performance, you’ll be washing my truck.”
“And if it’s a tie,” Lexi said, “you can both wash my truck.”
“My van could use a wash,” Aria said as she stirred the mushrooms. “I planned on driving out here in the morning, anyway, so I can see Linus.”
Brant perked up at that announcement. Logically she should have tomorrow morning free and he’d planned to ask her if she’d come to the ranch. Instead she’d volunteered to come back, so she was making the foal a priority. Good news for Linus.
“That works,” Lexi said. “I’ll share.”
“I like this bet now.” Rosie sipped her champagne. “Puts a different spin on things. Too bad Herb just washed our truck or I’d get in on it.”
Herb leaned forward. “I won’t tell you not to have this contest, but that’s a full box. I’d advise you to set a limit on the number of matches per contestant. You can’t be lighting matches while we eat.”
“Might be sort of festive,” Brant said. “Take a bite, light a match. Take a bite, light a match.”
“Might be sort of stupid.” Cade gazed across the table at him. “What do you think? Thirty?”
“Thirty it is.” Brant dug a quarter out of his jeans pocket and flipped it in the air. “Call it.”
“Heads.”
“And it’s tails, my friend. Which is a sign that my luck has turned.” Brant counted out thirty matches and leaned back in his chair. “Light ’er up, loser.”
“Wait.” Aria hurried over to the table. “I want to see this Battle of the Sacred Flame.”
“Then allow me to be your champion.” Brant stood and pulled out her chair.
“Hang on.” Cade paused, a match in his hand. “She only said she wanted to watch. She didn’t say anything about making you her champion.”
Brant shrugged. “Seems only right. You have a fair maiden rooting for you, so I should be able to—”
“I’m actually rooting for a tie,” Lexi said. “I want my truck washed.”
“That’s my stake in this, too.” Aria took her seat.
Oh, rea
lly? Brant reevaluated the situation. A woman who didn’t want to have anything to do with a man wouldn’t jump into a contest that might cause that man to wash her vehicle. Would she?
“Right on, girlfriend.” Lexi exchanged a high-five with her.
Brant decided to go with it. “Looks like we’re on our own, bro. No fair maidens cheering us on like in the good old days.”
“Just as well. This won’t take long.” Cade leaned forward and locked his gaze with Brant’s as he flicked the match with this thumbnail. It ignited. “And that’s how it’s done.” He blew it out and tossed it on the plate he’d been using for cheese. “You’re up.”
Brant didn’t care if he won or not. He never had cared. But early on he’d figured out that winning mattered to most guys, especially when it came to things like championship basketball games. So he’d pretended to be competitive as hell. Besides, Aria was sitting at the table, and while he didn’t personally mind if he lost, winning might be better with her watching.
So he concentrated more than he would have normally and lit match after match. Cade kept pace with him and eventually they each had only one left. Brant held his up. “Let’s go for the big finish. On the count of three, we’ll both light our match...or not.”
“Just so you both end up with the same result,” Lexi said.
“My thoughts exactly.” Aria finished off her champagne. “Matilda is filthy.”
Brant glanced away from the match in his hand. “You named your van?”
“Yep. I always name my ride.”
“Me, too.” He liked knowing they had that in common. Somehow there had been a subtle shift and Aria was no longer quite so resistant to...what? He wasn’t sure, but the situation was more promising than it had been.
“Are you counting or conversing?” Cade waved his match in the air.
“Counting.” Brant dragged out the process because at this stage of the game dignity was gone, anyway. On three he scratched the head of the match with his thumbnail. Nothing. He looked over at Cade.
His brother held an unlit match and had a goofy smile on his face. He tossed his match on the table. “Looks as if we’ll be washing vehicles for the ladies.” He didn’t seem particularly upset about it, either. Brant had the distinct impression Cade hadn’t tried to light his match.
“Excellent!” Aria clapped her hands together. “How early do you want me here?”
“Early.” He couldn’t remember when he’d anticipated anything more. Between washing Aria’s van and working with her foal, he’d spend the bulk of his morning with her. He wondered if Cade had figured that out and had decided to play Cupid.
“Everybody be sure to forward your pictures to my phone,” Aria said. “I’m going to show them to Josh so I can convince him to come with me.”
“Yeah, I hope he does,” Brant said immediately. He’d forgotten about her brother, and he couldn’t let himself do that.
Linus was supposed to be Josh’s colt and if a wheelchair would be part of the mix, that should be introduced early. Yeah, the prospect of seeing her tomorrow had lost a little of its shine because Josh might be there. So what? He’d comfort himself by picturing how happy she’d be if Josh fell in love with the foal the way she had.
4
ARIA PRESENTED THE meal in the traditional way, placing the skillet in the middle of the table on a hot pad. Once she’d served everyone, Rosie raised her glass. “To Aria.”
“To Aria!” everyone chorused.
She believed it was good, but their expectations were high thanks to Herb’s extravagant comments. “Maybe you should taste it first.”
“Don’t have to,” Herb said. “It looks and smells exactly like what we had on our honeymoon.”
“Must have been quite a meal,” Brant said. “I can’t remember what I ate yesterday, let alone years ago.”
“Because you don’t seek out gourmet food.” Cade waved a hand toward his plate. “Aria’s cooking classes are gonna turn Lexi and me into adventurous eaters. We’ll set stuff on fire and everything.”
“Sometimes even on purpose,” Lexi said.
“You’re all welcome to talk about food for as long as you like, but I’m ready to eat it.” Herb took a bite of his chicken.
Aria held her breath as Herb closed his eyes and made a little sound of pleasure deep in his throat. At least she hoped it was pleasure and not distress. Come to think of it, those sounds might be similar.
He chewed and swallowed. Then he looked at her and smiled. “Absolutely delicious, even better than I remembered. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She relaxed and picked up her fork. As everyone else dug in, she was bombarded with praise. The meal was a hit.
When Ringo sat expectantly beside his bowl, Cade put a small bite of chicken in it. After a curious sniff, the cat polished it off and fixed Cade with a demanding stare. “That’s all you get, buddy,” Cade said. “I’m being selfish tonight.”
Aria considered that high praise. During the months she’d been visiting her mare and sharing meals with the family she’d noticed that Cade normally shared generously with his cat.
Herb glanced over at Rosie. “This tastes so much like the meal we had in Jackson Hole that I feel as if I’m on my honeymoon again.”
“Uh-oh.” Brant looked at Cade and lifted his eyebrows. “Maybe we should all clear out of here after dinner, hmm?”
“Sounds like it to me.”
Rosie blushed bright red. “Oh, for pity’s sake. Nobody has to run off.”
“It’s fine with me if they go home early.” Herb’s eyes twinkled.
“Herbert!” Rosie hid her face in her napkin.
Aria had never seen anything so adorable. “I should make this for you two more often.”
“Just warn me when you do,” Cade said, “so I don’t accidentally drop by some evening and find them making out on the sofa.”
“Stop!” Rosie waved her napkin in the air. “Just stop!”
“Speaking of interrupting things,” Brant said. “I should probably sleep in my old cabin tonight. I figured Rosie would put me in one of the guest rooms, but under the circumstances...”
Rosie groaned. “This has gotten so out of hand.” She turned to her husband. “And it’s your fault.”
He looked unrepentant. “I know.”
“Ellison, you don’t have to settle for your old cabin,” Cade said. “I’ve decided to offer you my new one.”
“You have a new one?”
“Yes,” Lexi said, “because he’s very important.”
Cade grinned at her. “Yes, I am. Because I’m the guy supervising the students after hours, I now have my own cabin on the property within walking distance of what are now the student cabins. You can have my place while you’re here and I’ll stay at Lexi’s.”
Brant folded his arms across his chest. “And who’s supposed to ride herd on these teenagers while you’re kicking back in Lexi’s apartment?”
Cade pretended surprise. “You know, I hadn’t thought of that!”
“Uh-huh.”
“I guess it would be you.” Cade’s attempt to look innocent failed completely when he started to laugh. “Is that a problem?”
“Hell, no. I can sleep through anything. Enjoy your mini-vacation.”
“They won’t act up,” Rosie said. “You’ve never quite understood how much your size intimidates people who don’t know you.”
Brant laughed. “Are you saying I’m scary?”
“Don’t knock it,” Cade said. “Last semester’s kids were pretty good, but they tested me. You look like a nightclub bouncer. Once they meet you, they’ll behave.”
“I’m not crazy about playing the role of enforcer, but if it helps you out, brother of mine, I’ll do it. Is this cabin within walking distance of the bathhouse?”
“No need. It has plumbing.”
“Why didn’t you say that in the first place? For a cabin with plumbing I’ll gladly flex my muscles and look forbidding.�
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“Thought so.”
“But I trust you didn’t mess with tradition and install plumbing in the old cabins.”
“Of course they didn’t,” Lexi said. “I think it’s ridiculous, but the guys all insist that walking to the bathhouse in the dead of winter builds character.”
Aria made a face. “And did all sixteen students from last semester agree?”
“Most did,” Cade said. “We had a couple of whiney pants in the beginning, but peer pressure is a wonderful thing. After the first week the spoiled babies realized they were losing points with the others and shut up about it.”
Lexi skewered him with a glance. “If trudging to the bathhouse is such a character-builder, how come you have a full bath with a tub and shower, plus a towel warmer and a heat lamp?”
“Oh, man.” Brant shook his head. “You’re getting soft, Gallagher. I’ll take the high road and not use those particular amenities while I’m here.”
“It’s almost June, bozo. You don’t need them in the summer. Besides, those extras aren’t for me. They’re for Lexi when she stays over.”
“Oh, no, they’re for him,” Lexi said. “I made some surprise visits this past winter and if I happened to catch him in the shower, he’d have them both cooking.”
“Just testing them out to make sure they were up and running for you, sweetheart.” Cade pushed back his chair. “And now that we’ve taken that subject and stomped it to death, let’s clean up these dishes so I can escort Brant over to the cabin he’ll call home.”
“I need to scoot on down to the barn and check on Linus and Lucy.” Herb glanced over at Rosie. “Shouldn’t be long.” Then he winked at her and left the kitchen.
“Ooo-wee!” Lexi gave Rosie a thumbs-up. “Your man is feeling frisky tonight!”
Rosie seemed genuinely flustered. “I had no idea coq au vin would have such an effect on him.”
“Want to learn how to make it yourself?” Aria picked up the empty skillet and carried it to the sink. The meal had turned out better than she could have imagined. Thank goodness she’d suggested it, even if the evening had created complications regarding one Brant Ellison. She’d let down her guard and now she’d have to deal with the consequences.
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