He yanks the door open, and Jill steps inside first. I keep pace with her and move past Johnny without planning on saying a word. The hand on my arm when I step around him ruins my plans. “What’s wrong?” he asks quietly, those long fingers keeping a gentle hold on me. One jerk and I’d be free. I stare straight ahead into the stable. “I’m fine.” “You’re lying.” “We’re here on behalf of Steele Ranch, Johnny. This is work.”
