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Happy. Were she and Carter happy?

Despite the fact she and Carter lobbed the “L” word back and forth, things hadn’t changed much in the last two weeks. He’d locked himself in the barn to finish up the final pieces for his show and she’d worked mega hours at the diner. They hadn’t talked about what would happen after his show was over. They hadn’t talked at all about her deciding to take Velma’s offer to help run the diner. Carter had been so…obsessed with his work that he hadn’t asked about hers. It shouldn’t have bothered her, but it did.

It means your job in a small time diner isn’t as important as his big art show.

Macie hoped with the diner closing for a little over a week they’d get to eek out time.

If not, well, she did have a horse to train. She couldn’t wait to tell him. After giving her father another hug, she drove to Carter’s place.

Although his truck was there, he wasn’t in the trailer. She hesitated at the barn door.

He was protective of his space and she never ventured in uninvited after that first day.

She yelled, “Carter?”

Silence.

“Carter? Are you in here?”

No answer.

She slipped inside. It wasn’t the same pigsty she’d remembered from last time when he’d given her the erotic painting lesson. No jars of mineral spirits or rolls of canvas, sections of thin boards or mysterious pieces of machinery covered the ground.

Damn dark in here though.

Macie reached for the light. Once her eyes adjusted, she found herself looking at paintings of herself. Everywhere. But not only was she buck-assed naked in the pictures, www.samhainpublishing.com 259

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she was lost in the throes of passion. Or just looking lost. Each one focused on a different (naked!) part of her body. The disturbing part wasn’t that the pictures were just…parts.

They were parts of a whole person. Of her. Showcasing her expressions. Her moods. Her secret thoughts. It was all there, on her face. Atop her naked body.

Tears stung her eyes. This is what he’d been creating? Pornographic images of her?

No wonder he’d acted so secretive.

She wasn’t a prude. She’d seen art exhibits with nudes. No doubt the pictures were excellent. But that was a catch-22 because she couldn’t pretend it wasn’t her plastered on canvas. Her heart, her soul and—good heavens were those her
thighs
?—spread wide for the world to see.

Surely he didn’t plan on exhibiting these in his show. He couldn’t be that thoughtless, could he?

The barn door opened. Macie stood her ground even when she wanted to flee.

Carter trudged in. He stopped and looked at her, then at the paintings she’d seen, then back at her. “I didn’t want you to see them like this.”

“When were you going to show me?”

No answer.

“What? You were just going to spring these on me at your showing?”

“Yes.”

Her stomach roiled. “Too bad. You can’t show them.”

“Macie—”

“You cannot display those pictures of me, Carter. I won’t let you.”

“
Let
me? It’s a done deal. I have a show in two weeks.”

“Postpone it until you can make something else.”

Carter laughed softly. “Right. I don’t have time.”

“Make time.”

“Come on, Macie. Be reasonable.”

“Reasonable? I’m naked in them. What does me being naked have to do with Western art?”

“Oh, so people in the West don’t get naked?”

“You know what I mean. Aren’t there supposed to be sculptures of horses or cowboys riding through sagebrush?”

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“I’ve already fulfilled those requirements in other mediums and other pieces.”

“So you don’t need to show these.”

“Yes, I do. What’s the big deal? You agreed to pose for me.”

“Not like that! I told you no naked pictures.”

“I thought you were kidding. You know, like you were kidding about wanting a cowboy ménage?”

“Not the same thing, Carter. I specifically said no nudes, several times, remember?”

Carter frowned.

“I’d never agree to this. Ever. Not even half-naked. Especially not…” Completely exposed. Had he been gauging her facial expressions while they’d been making love so he could reproduce them on canvas? Was that all she’d been to him? A muse he could fuck and use?

He stared at her blandly.

“Don’t do this.”

“Do what? Show the world how much I love you? How much I love every part of you? That’s what the pictures are, Macie. Love.”

“That is not love. That is porn!”

Carter sighed and raked his fingers through his curls. “I was afraid this might happen.”

“What? That I’d freak out about strangers seeing my bare body painted in every conceivable position?”

“No, that you wouldn’t understand.”

Macie wanted to scream. Instead, she snapped, “I wouldn’t
understand
? Because I don’t have a fucking Masters of Fine Arts that I can’t see I’m utterly naked?”

“Stop actin’ like a child. It’s art. It’s
my
art. And to put it crudely, darlin’, I don’t give a shit if you like it or not. This collection of stylized portraitures are the best I’ve ever done and I’ll be damn proud to display them at the gallery.”

Hollowness replaced her earlier joy. “Is that all I am now? A collection of portraitures to you?”

“See? You’re confusin’ you with the pictures.”

“Same thing.”

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“No,
you
aren’t a thing. These pictures are an extension of you. How can you not see that?”

“How can you not see how wrong this is?” She swallowed with difficulty because her mouth was bone dry. “Please. I’m begging you.”

A muscle in his jaw flexed.

“Carter. Please. Don’t show them.”

“Macie. Stop.”

“Don’t display these.”

He looked away.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t do this.”

Carter’s hard gaze boomeranged to hers. “If you loved
me
you wouldn’t ask me not showcase my best work.”

Macie wondered if he could hear her heart breaking in the silence. Without another word, she turned and walked out.

And this time, he didn’t chase her down.

Luckily her father was gone when she returned to the Bar 9. She suspected the pictures—or Carter McKay—wouldn’t live to see another day when he found out.

Just imagining her dad, or anyone else, looking at those paintings made her stomach hurt. She didn’t remember ever feeling so alone. So helpless. So literally heartsick. Lord, she needed someone to talk to. Since her best pal Kat was hours away in Denver, she tracked down Gemma and poured out the whole story.

After the tears settled, Gemma assured her she hadn’t acted like a child; Carter had stepped over the line. Besides soothing her and listening without judgment, Gemma didn’t have any advice, beyond offering to run interference with Macie’s dad if Macie needed to get away to think things through.

So with a week’s vacation looming, rather than mope around the Bar 9, Macie packed her bags and did what she did best: ran.

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“The foundry in Gillette, Wyoming, called me, in Denver, to ask why you hadn’t picked up your statues. They’ve been sitting there two weeks? Which means they’re not finished. And here’s where, as your agent, I remind you of the major showing you have in
less
than two weeks.”

Carter scowled. He knew better to answer his cell when his agent called and he was in such a vile mood.

“What is going on, Carter?”

“Nothin’ I can’t handle. Look. I was just on my way to Gillette—” a total lie, “—to pick them up. They won’t need a lot of polishin’ so they are essentially done.”

“My advice is to get them on a truck as soon as possible. What else is the gallery waiting for?”

“I shipped the major pieces last month. I’m finishin’ up some portraits, but I ain’t shippin’ those directly.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want to hang them myself.”

Buck swore. “No way. That was not in the contract. The gallery will have an absolute fit.”

“Tough shit.”

“You do not get a say in how anything is exhibited, McKay, least of all paintings.

Your job was to finish the art work, theirs is to display it.”

“Then get the contract changed. Ain’t that your job?”

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up. Either ship them by next Friday or I’ll have the gallery send a truck for them. And the cost of that, my friend, will come out of your pocket, not mine.” Buck hung up.

“Fuck!” Carter threw his cell phone against the wall. It cracked in two pieces and plastic shards scattered everywhere. Like he cared. Like anyone had called him.

Jesus. The last couple days had been a fucking nightmare. After his fight with Macie, he’d needed a day to cool off. When he’d swung by the diner around the time she usually clocked out, he saw the faded sign on the front door: Closed until further notice.

Why hadn’t she told him?

Who said she didn’t? Maybe you didn’t hear because you haven’t really listened to
her in the past few weeks.

Talk about being a self-centered asshole. Dammit. This art show had sucked the life out of him. Had it sucked the soul and the conscience right out of him too?

Yes.

Regardless. He needed to talk to her to set the record straight. To make her understand.

Carter didn’t bother calling Macie’s cell phone; he knew she wouldn’t answer. He’d called the Bar 9, in the guise of asking Gemma about Macie, but Gemma was curt with him. And vague.

Why?

Because Macie was gone?

No. She wouldn’t just leave without saying goodbye.

Would she?

Sure she would. Cash and Gemma were getting married soon. Summer was ending.

Macie couldn’t live in the camper forever, and he knew she valued her independence too much to move into the main house. She probably felt like a third wheel. And with the diner closed, maybe she’d figured it was time to hit the road.

Or maybe someone encouraged her to hit the road.

Red rage built inside him. He wanted to hit something, but it sure as hell wasn’t the road.

Carter burned rubber getting to the Bar 9.

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Cash Big Crow was leaning on the fence when Carter’s truck screeched to a stop.

He jumped from the cab. Four angry steps later he loomed over Macie’s father.

“Where is she?”

“Haven’t we been through this once before, McKay?”

“Where is she?”

“If she wanted you to know, you would.”

“You sent her away, didn’t you?”

Cash faced him. “Don’t you come here, accusin’ me of something, when
you
are the one who chased her away.”

Carter took a threatening step closer. “I did not.”

“What did you do to her?”

“Nothin’! It was a stupid misunderstandin’.”

“Explain it to me then.”

“It ain’t my fault
she
freaked out about—”

“About what?”

He paused and said nastily, “If she wanted you to know, you would.”

“Don’t you pull that smartass shit on me, son. I ain’t in the mood. You came to me so you’d better start talkin’.”

“Fine. Macie saw a couple of the pictures I painted of her. She didn’t like them, and then she forbid me from displaying them at the showing. I told her tough, they were goin’

up. It pissed her off and she stormed out. I ain’t seen her since and I need to talk to her.”

Cash glared at him. “It more than pissed her off. Accordin’ to Gemma, Macie left here in tears.”

Left?
“Where’d she go?”

“Tell me ’bout these pictures that upset her so badly.” Comprehension dawned on Cash’s face. His eyes filled with rage. “Only one kind of pictures that’d make her cry.”

Carter didn’t look away.

“You painted nudie shots of her?”

“
Nudie
? The correct term is nude.”

“Did she consent to that?”

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“She posed for me voluntarily.”

“But she didn’t volunteer to pose for you naked, did she? That’s why she’s so goddamn upset.”

“I don’t see the big deal—”

Carter didn’t see the punch Cash aimed at his jaw until it landed. He staggered back.

Rather than taking a swing, Carter rushed Cash and they hit the dirt in a tangle of flying fists.

Cash kneed him in the stomach. Carter rolled and his elbow connected with the side of Cash’s head. Cash flipped over and ground Carter’s face into the gravel. Carter reared up and head butted Cash in the jaw. That knocked Cash back and Carter followed up with a hard right jab to Cash’s ribs. Cash kicked Carter’s knee, knocking him flat before Cash pulled back and punched Carter square in the eye.

Grunts, sweat, dirt, blood fueled their rage. Neither one backed down. Seemed like the fight lasted an hour, but it’d probably only been a minute when Gemma’s voice boomed, “Break it up! Both of you!”

Cash took advantage of Carter’s distraction and threw a right cross that clacked Carter’s teeth together. Blood burst from his lip. Enraged, Carter swung high, his fist grazing Cash’s eyebrow.

Then they were both sputtering and soaking wet.

Gemma aimed the hose at them until they moved apart. Still coughing, spitting, bleeding, trying to find a way to get another lick in.

“I said knock it off! Jesus. What is wrong with you two?”

Cash glared through the blood dripping in his eye. Carter dabbed at his bloody mouth and swollen lip.

“Carter, why are you here?”

He didn’t answer.

“Let me guess, Macie.”

He grunted.

“Haven’t you done enough damage to her without pounding on her father too?”