The Front Runner (Gold Rush Ranch, #3)

by Elsie Silver

And despite what Billie Black—who clearly hates me—likes to run around telling everyone, I am not a dick. Well, at least not to my horses.

Or maybe the broken little boy in me just wants her to treat me the way she does a horse. With love. I shake my head at myself as I turn to follow her. The thought of her softening up for me is the ultimate carrot she could dangle. I want nothing more than to watch her melt.

Nice Stefan is tripping me the fuck out. I’ve spent almost every appointment today trying to figure out what to do with my opinion of him.

“Trust me, Dr. Thorne, if I had you up against a wall, you’d be the meal.”