His dark hair peeks out from the edges of a worn royal-blue baseball hat. Broad shoulders and perfect posture make it look like he was born to ride a horse. The way he carries himself is confident and rugged. My eyes wander across his strong chest, up to his chiseled jaw that hides behind thick scruff. I do more than just glance down the length of his arms to his corded forearms and white knuckles gripping the reins. I’m staring.
