It wasn’t like she was experienced at this. Ryder Ranch was a long way off the beaten track. She’d never had a serious romantic relationship, and it had been months-she didn’t want to count how many-since she’d even had a date.

She came to a stop, the slated gate a barrier between them. When she dared look at his face, his lips were parted. There was an anticipatory gleam in his blue eyes. And his head began to tilt to one side.

Should she lean in or let him take the lead?

“Am I interrupting anything?” It was Alec’s voice all over again, and his footfalls rapped along the corridor floor.

Wesley’s hands squeezed down on the gate rail, frustration replacing the anticipation in his eyes.

“Is this some kind of a joke?” he rasped for Stephanie’s ears only.

She didn’t know what to say. Alec seemed to have a knack for bad timing.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered to Wesley.

“Not as sorry as I am.”

She turned to face Alec. “Can I help you?”

“I hope so.” He stopped. After a silent beat, he glanced meaningfully at Wesley.

Wesley glared at him for a moment then smacked his hand down on the rail. “Time for practice,” he declared and turned on his heel to lead Rockfire from his stall.

As she watched the pair leave, disappointment clunked like a horseshoe to the bottom of Stephanie’s stomach.

“What is it now?” she hissed at Alec, popping the latch and exiting the stall. After securing it behind her, she set off after Wesley.

“Places to go?” asked Alec, falling into step.

“Things to do,” she responded, with a toss of her hair. She was going to watch Wesley’s practice session. It was part of her job as his coach. Plus, she’d be there when he finished. And by then, Alec should be long gone.