"Get back to work," he told her. He rode off behind his brother without another word.

Morie glared after him. "I was going to," she muttered. "What did you think, I had a date to go sailing on the Caribbean or something?"

"Talking to yourself," Darby teased. "Better watch that. They'll be sending men with nets after you."

"If they do, I'll tell them the boss drove me batty," she assured him.

"Nice, what you did for Cane," he said, sobering. "He hasn't tried to get on a horse since he came back. I thought he'd give up after Old Bill ran off. None of us would have dared to do what you did. Saw him punch a cowboy once for even offering, a few months ago."

"He's just hurting," she said. "He doesn't know how to cope, how to interact with people, how to go on doing normal things. I heard that he won't go to physical therapy or even talk to a psychologist. That's hurting him, too. It must be horrible, for a man so active and vital, to lose an arm."

"He was the rodeo champ," he replied solemnly. "Killed him when he had to stop competing."

"He'll adjust," she said softly. "It will take time, and help. Once he realizes that, and starts going back to the therapist, he'll learn to live with it. Like our friend did."

His eyes narrowed. "Odd friend. A mercenary."

"We have friends of all sorts." She laughed. "My dad likes renegades and odd people."

"Well, I suppose it takes all kinds to run the world," he replied. His eyes sparkled. "And we had better get back to work. Bad time to lose a job, in this economy."

"Tell me about it!"

WHEN CANE AND THE BOSS came back, she was riding out to check the fence line.

"You keep that music box in your pocket and those earphones out of your ears while you're out alone, got that?" Mallory ordered abruptly.

She knew without asking that Tank had told him how he found her moving the broken tree limb. She grimaced. "Okay, boss."

"What sort of music do you like?" Cane asked conversationally.

"Every sort," she said with a grin. "Right now my favorite is the soundtrack from August Rush."

His eyebrows arched. "Nice. Tank loves it, too. He bought the score. He's still trying to master it."

"Dalton plays?" she blurted out. She flushed and laughed when Mallory stared at her. "I noticed the grand piano in the living room. I wondered who played it."

"Tank's good," Cane said, smiling. He nodded toward Mallory. "He plays, too. Of course, he's mostly tone-deaf, but that doesn't stop him from trying."

"I can play better than Tank," Mallory said, insulted.

"Not to hear him tell it," Cane observed.

"We got the fence fixed," Mallory told her. His eyes narrowed. "You should never have tried to move that limb by yourself." He was looking pointedly at the scratch on her cheek.

She touched it self-consciously. "It only grazed me. I heal quickly."

"Even I would have called somebody to help me," Mallory persisted.

Her eyebrows arched. "Aren't you the same man who tried to lift the front end of a parked car to move it when it was blocking the barn?" she asked with a bland smile.

He glared down at her. "I would usually have called somebody to help me. I'm the boss. You don't question what I do...you just do what I say."

"Oh, yes, sir," she replied.

"And stop giggling," he muttered.

Her eyebrows arched. "I wasn't!"

"You were, inside, where you thought I couldn't hear it. But I can hear it."

She pursed her lips. "Okay."

He shook his head. "Let's go," he told his brother.

But Cane didn't follow. He was still looking at Morie with eyes that saw more than Mallory's did. "You know, you look very familiar to me," he said, frowning slightly. "I think I've seen you before, somewhere."

She'd had that very same feeling when she first met Cane. But she didn't remember him from any of her father's gatherings. However, he might have been with one of the cattlemen's groups that frequently toured Skylance to view King Brannt's exquisite Santa Gerts. She wasn't sure. It made her nervous. She didn't want Cane to remember where he'd seen her, if he had.

"I just have that kind of face, I expect," she said, assuming an innocent expression. "They say we all have a counterpart somewhere, someone who looks just like us."

"That might be true." He paused for a moment. "What you did-getting the horse saddled for me-that was kind. I'm sorry I was so harsh."

"It was nothing. Besides, I'm used to harsh. I work for him." She pointed toward Mallory.

"One more word and you're a memory," Mallory retorted, but his lips twitched upward at the corners.

She laughed and went back to work.

THAT NIGHT, THEY HAD A SERIES of old movies on one of the classic channels, starring Morie's grandmother, Maria Kane. It was fascinating to watch her work, to see flashes of Shelby Kane and even herself in that beautiful, elfin face and exquisite posture.

"I wish I'd known you," she whispered to the television screen. But Maria had died even before Shelby married Kingston Brannt. In fact, her funeral had been the catalyst that convinced King he couldn't live without Shelby.

Morie had heard all about her parents' romance. King and Shelby had been enemies from their earliest acquaintance. She and his brother, Danny, had been good friends who went out together on a strictly platonic basis. Then Danny had asked Shelby to pretend to be engaged to him, and he'd taken her home to Skylance. King had been eloquent in his antagonism to the match. It had provoked him into truly indefensible treatment of Shelby, for which he was later very sorry. Shelby, remembering, said that King had treated her like a princess from the day they married, trying to make up to her for all his former harsh treatment and rough words. He'd changed so much that Shelby often wondered if he was the same man she'd known in the beginning, she told her daughter.

"I can't picture Dad being mean to you." Morie had laughed. "He brings you flowers and chocolates all the time, buys you something every time he goes out of town, lavishes you with beautiful jewelry, takes you to Paris shopping...."

"Yes, he's the most wonderful husband any woman could ask for, now," Shelby had replied, smiling. "But you didn't know him before." She shook her head. "It was a very difficult courtship. He was hurt by another relationship and he took it out on me." She sighed, smiling at some secret memory. "I was showing a Western collection in New York during Fashion Week when he turned up in the audience. He picked me up and carried me out of the building. I was kicking and protesting, but he never missed a step."

Morie burst out laughing. "I can imagine Dad doing something like that," she remarked.

Shelby sighed, her eyes dreamy. "We had coffee and a misunderstanding. He took me back to my apartment, prepared to say goodbye for good."

"Then what happened?" Morie asked, fascinated by the fact that her parents had once been young like her. It was hard to think of them as a dating couple.