Entangled Hearts by Yahrah St. John Page A

the face . “Well, perhaps I got tired of waiting for you to notice.”
    Lucas laughed and Kenya felt the rich timbre reach her very core. No wonder Chynna had a crush on this man. He was all man and all sex. He was handsome, dark chocolate with close-cut hair and a sexy swagger. He wore a silver pinstriped suit and was the type of man who commanded attention and exuded charisma, but that also made him very arrogant.
    â€œYou’re full of fire today,” Lucas replied. “Makes me curious to find out why.”
    Kenya turned the full glare of her hazel eyes on Lucas. “In your dreams.”
    Lucas moved backward to assess her more carefully. “So, it’s like that now, huh? Now that I’ve shown an inkling of an interest, you’re no longer into me?”
    â€œWho said I ever was?” Kenya threw back at him. “Perhaps it was all in your head, and I don’t mean the one on top of your shoulders.”
    â€œOuch!” Lucas touched his chest as if mortally wounded. “The claws have come out today.” He couldn’t remember a time when Chynna had acted less interested in him then she was that very moment. He didn’t understand it. The woman was a mystery he might be curious to unearth.
    â€œC’mon.” Kenya laughed. “I doubt you’re all that wounded. You’ll have a bevy of beauties surrounding you in L.A. in no time, eager for some time with the top music executive.”
    â€œWould that make you jealous?” Lucas asked. He didn’t know why he was toying with Chynna when it was obvious she’d moved on from her infatuation with him; he didn’t know why that bothered him. Perhaps because today she’d shown fire and hadn’t minded telling him where to go instead of acting like a yes-woman as she had of late. Where had this Chynna been?
    â€œNot in the slightest,” Kenya said and proceeded to put in the earbuds she’d thankfully remembered to throw into Chynna’s oversized Ferragamo tote.
    The rest of the ride to the airport was fraught with silence, and Kenya didn’t choose to change it. She needed to keep Lucas Kingston at a distance. It wouldn’t do to have him too close and risk him discovering their secret. If he discovered what they were up to, they would go down in flames.

    Noah road the stallionthathe’d finally broken after two long weeks along the perimeter of the family’s Golden Oaks Ranch. He was the oldest Hart, followed by Rylee. Then there was Caleb, the youngest of his siblings. If you said tomato, Caleb said tomahto. He always had to be contrary. Had been that way since the day he was born. Noah had wanted to strangle the little boy with the smart mouth who followed him everywhere. But there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his baby brother or Rylee, for that matter. Family meant everything to him.
    It’s why he’d come back to the ranch after graduation and receiving his degree in Business Administration. He’d wanted to grow the family business from just a cattle ranch, and he had. Golden Oaks was still a working cattle ranch, but it was also a dude ranch where tourists could come to hike, horseback ride, and fish and engage in any other activity that reminded them of days gone by.
    Noah disembarked from the horse and tied the reins to the fence. He stared out at the cows grazing in a nearby pasture. He’d hoped to have a family of his own one day, but apparently that hadn’t been God’s will. And Noah had had a bone to pick with the man upstairs ever since. How could someone as beautiful and kind as Maya be gone and murderers and rapists live long, healthy lives? It just didn’t seem fair.
    He was so deep in thought he didn’t see the Jeep swerve away from one of the cows that had broken free from the pack until the Jeep came speeding toward him. Noah only had moments to loosen the reins and send the horse to safety before tossing