“Mandy says you’re worried about your ankle.”

“Mandy needs to stop discussing my private business with everybody in the valley.”

“I already knew about your ankle.”

“She didn’t know that.”

“She does now.”

Katrina stopped riding and huffed her frustration. “Are you going to get to your point?”

“I already did. Your ankle.”

“What about it?”

He shifted away from the post, moving closer to her. “Will you let me look at it?”

Though she’d stopped riding, she was still growing hotter. “Are you a doctor?”

“No.”

“A physiotherapist?”

“Nope.”

“Guy with an ankle fetish?”

Reed cracked a grin. “No. But I’ve worked on a lot of horses with strained tendons.”

She coughed out a laugh. “Good for you.”

He braced a hand between hers on the handlebars. “I know how to make a herbal wrap that will increase circulation.”

She crooked her head to look up at him. “Is this a joke? Did Mandy put you up to this?”

“I’m completely serious.”

“I’m not a horse.”

His gaze flicked down for a split second. “In fact, you are not. But the principle’s the same.” He motioned for her to lift her foot.

She ignored the gesture. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“I am.”

“So, why do you want to help?”

“Because you need it.”

“And because Mandy asked you?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Katrina considered his expression seriously. “Were you ever in love with my sister?”

“No.” He reached down and lifted her ankle, crouching and resting her leg across his denim-covered knee.

She didn’t fight him. “Are you lying to me?”

“No.”

“So, there’s nothing between you and Mandy?”

“She’s marrying my brother. That’s what’s between us.” He tugged at the bow and loosened the laces of Katrina’s sneaker.

“I don’t even know how to interpret that.” Did he mean Caleb had come between him and Mandy?