“Ok.” She’s got that breathy fucking rasp in her voice again as she gazes up at me. Her long, coppery hair is in two loose braids today, and my mind is going to very bad places now that I’m seeing her up close like this. The kind of dirty places where her hair is wrapped in my fist. What was that about keeping my shit together? “You might be a horse doctor, but now’s the time to see if you’re a fair rider.” She gives me a coy smile. “I can hold my own.” “Good. Need a hand?” I reach around and stroke the warm neck of Peaches. She’s a gentle horse and careful whenever we take guests out for
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