Her Tycoon to Tame by Emilie Rose

here?”
    â€œYou avoided answering.”
    He gave her a level look. “You didn’t ask a question, and my personal life is none of your business.”
    She tried to hide her frustration, but she wasn’t admitting defeat so easily. “We’re finished for now. We have pictures of her wounds and details on the severity of infection. I’ll put her in the quarantine stall and let her rest. She should be exhausted from the travel and all this first aid. Once Jeb has the test results, there will likely be more work to do.”
    She dropped the irrigation syringe into the bucket, peeled off her gloves, set the pail aside and hitched a lead line to the halter. The moment she released her patient from the cross ties the mare tossed her head, almost dislocating Hannah’s shoulder.
    â€œShe’s going to hurt you.”
    â€œAnd let me guess, you’re more worried about the worker’s compensation claim than me.” Oops. Shut up, Hannah.
    â€œTriple Crown Distillery prides itself on running a safe operation. I will expect Sutherland Farm to do the same.”
    â€œWe do, but this isn’t a manufacturing plant. We work with live animals that have personalities instead of stationary vats and casks. The mare doesn’t know whether we’re friends or foes, and after what we’ve just put her through she probably thinks we’re every bit as bad as her owner. Don’t hold her skittishness against her. She’ll reveal her true nature as she gets to know us.” She stroked the mare’s long neck. “Let’s go to your new home, girl.”
    Wyatt blocked her path with a wall of solid muscle and his upper arm bumped Hannah’s, splattering her with warmth. “I’ll take the lead. I’ll be able to control her better.”
    â€œThat’s a chauvinist statement if I ever heard one.”
    â€œI’m stronger and I outweigh you.”
    She surrendered the line. Any bonding he might do with the horse would work in her favor. “She goes in the last stall on the right.”
    Despite the hour they’d spent working as a team, she still knew next to nothing about her new boss. Intent on finding out as much as she could, she kept pace beside him as they traversed the center aisle. “Your parents are divorced?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œFather still part of the picture?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œDid you enjoy working at the stable?”
    â€œParts of it.”
    â€œDid you like your stepfather?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œStill keep in touch?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œNot exactly a conversationalist, are you, Jacobs?” She winced as soon as the words left her mouth.
    Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, Hannah.
    He sliced a sharp glance in her direction. “Do I need to be?”
    â€œFrankly, yes. Running an operation like Sutherland Farm requires you to be equal parts salesman, businessman, diplomat and horseman. From what I’ve seen, you lack most of those skills. But I can help you.”
    His eyebrows dipped. “And if I don’t want or need your assistance?”
    Stubborn jerk. “I think you do. I know a lot of people in the show jumping world. Connections count. I have them. From what little you’ve shared, you don’t. And I speak four languages fluently, which means I can communicate with more of our global clients.”
    â€œI’ll keep that in mind.” He turned the mare into the stall, removed the lead and closed the door. His dark eyes pinned Hannah. “You seem like a detail-oriented person.”
    Something about his tone set her on guard. Why didn’t that sound like a compliment?
    â€œI am.”
    â€œThen you should have comprehensive records on Find Your Center.”
    â€œI do,” she offered cautiously.
    â€œI want them.”
    Not good. He needed to see the good FYC did before he saw the balance sheets. “Let’s go to my office.