“Just cut him some slack. Okay? Great. Want a basket for your stuff?”
Before she could reply, he was off in search of a shopping basket, leaving her to stare after him and wonder precisely what dark secrets Adam Cooper held.
****
Adam saw off the last of the people there for lessons and went straight to fill up the water trough in the paddock. The people were headed for lunch in town, and once again asked him to join them. He, as usual, declined. There had been eight regulars and three newbies there for the hour, all women in their forties, fifties, and one in her sixties, and there were only so many attempts at setting him up with their daughters that he could take.
He ran his hands under the cold stream, lifted a handful of water, and splashed it on his face. June sun was hot, but July would be killer, he knew. He brushed his hands off on his jeans and stared at the trough as the water level rose.
Maybe Gus was right—maybe he needed to get out more. Meet more people. But nearly three years of monotony on the farm, and he was mostly content with his lot in things. A little restless, on occasion, but the farm was orderly and quiet, and he liked that.
The truck rolled slowly down the driveway, spitting dirt and gravel as it went. Dewey parked in front of the house and laughter drifted out as doors opened. Adam glanced over his shoulder as he shut off the water valve.
Dani Jackson climbed out of the truck, grinning and laughing—a far cry from earlier when she lay in heap on the field. He thought for sure she’d pack up and leave. Instead, it appeared she went...shopping.
She wore some of her purchases, he assumed, since he hadn’t seen her leave dressed like that. Her hair was up in a new Stetson with a handful of black curls loose and falling to her shoulders from it. Over her white tank top she wore a red plaid shirt fresh off the rack with the sleeves rolled up and the bottom knotted over her navel to reveal a strip of skin. The jeans were probably her own, dark blue denim that molded to every curve. Finishing it all was a pair of proper cowboy boots.
Had he just seen her out somewhere, his first thought might’ve been that she could tie him up and ride him any day...but of course, he knew her, and couldn’t very well look at her without picturing her hiding her face as Bud ran toward her. Adam cleared his throat and thrust away any thoughts about the aforementioned riding and nudity, even as his cock began to harden.
Dani plucked a few large shopping bags from the truck bed, saying something to Dewey that he couldn’t hear as he approached.
“Lady Luck has some inflammation I noticed just before lessons today,” he called.
Dani and Dewey both turned to look at him. Her pretty face was shadowed by the hat and as he didn’t want a raging hard on all day, he was glad of it.
“Vet?” Dewey asked but Adam shook his head.
“It’s minor—I think she’s sore from romping out in the field yesterday. Bute’ll do.”
“Need help?” Dewey was grinning suddenly. “’Cause I gotta go in and see Gus.”
Adam’s gaze narrowed. “You do not.”
“Yep. I sure do. Here.” He snatched the bags from Dani before she knew what was going on. “I’ll put these in your room. Have fun!”
Slowly, she turned back to Adam, eyes wide. “What?”
He sighed. “Follow me.” Yeah, this’ll be fun.
He led her back to the barn where the horse in question, a buckskin named Lady Luck, was in the crossties. “I have to administer Bute.”
“What’s that?”
Once again with the questions. “An anti-inflammatory.”
“Like horse aspirin?”
“Sure.” He already had the drug mixed up and in a large oral syringe, which he lifted off the table in the adjoining tack room. “I need you to hold her tongue out of the way.”
He returned to see her pressed right against the barn wall, hat askew on her head and eyes huge. “What?!”
Goddamn it, Dewey ... “It’s not hard and it’s only
Before she could reply, he was off in search of a shopping basket, leaving her to stare after him and wonder precisely what dark secrets Adam Cooper held.
****
Adam saw off the last of the people there for lessons and went straight to fill up the water trough in the paddock. The people were headed for lunch in town, and once again asked him to join them. He, as usual, declined. There had been eight regulars and three newbies there for the hour, all women in their forties, fifties, and one in her sixties, and there were only so many attempts at setting him up with their daughters that he could take.
He ran his hands under the cold stream, lifted a handful of water, and splashed it on his face. June sun was hot, but July would be killer, he knew. He brushed his hands off on his jeans and stared at the trough as the water level rose.
Maybe Gus was right—maybe he needed to get out more. Meet more people. But nearly three years of monotony on the farm, and he was mostly content with his lot in things. A little restless, on occasion, but the farm was orderly and quiet, and he liked that.
The truck rolled slowly down the driveway, spitting dirt and gravel as it went. Dewey parked in front of the house and laughter drifted out as doors opened. Adam glanced over his shoulder as he shut off the water valve.
Dani Jackson climbed out of the truck, grinning and laughing—a far cry from earlier when she lay in heap on the field. He thought for sure she’d pack up and leave. Instead, it appeared she went...shopping.
She wore some of her purchases, he assumed, since he hadn’t seen her leave dressed like that. Her hair was up in a new Stetson with a handful of black curls loose and falling to her shoulders from it. Over her white tank top she wore a red plaid shirt fresh off the rack with the sleeves rolled up and the bottom knotted over her navel to reveal a strip of skin. The jeans were probably her own, dark blue denim that molded to every curve. Finishing it all was a pair of proper cowboy boots.
Had he just seen her out somewhere, his first thought might’ve been that she could tie him up and ride him any day...but of course, he knew her, and couldn’t very well look at her without picturing her hiding her face as Bud ran toward her. Adam cleared his throat and thrust away any thoughts about the aforementioned riding and nudity, even as his cock began to harden.
Dani plucked a few large shopping bags from the truck bed, saying something to Dewey that he couldn’t hear as he approached.
“Lady Luck has some inflammation I noticed just before lessons today,” he called.
Dani and Dewey both turned to look at him. Her pretty face was shadowed by the hat and as he didn’t want a raging hard on all day, he was glad of it.
“Vet?” Dewey asked but Adam shook his head.
“It’s minor—I think she’s sore from romping out in the field yesterday. Bute’ll do.”
“Need help?” Dewey was grinning suddenly. “’Cause I gotta go in and see Gus.”
Adam’s gaze narrowed. “You do not.”
“Yep. I sure do. Here.” He snatched the bags from Dani before she knew what was going on. “I’ll put these in your room. Have fun!”
Slowly, she turned back to Adam, eyes wide. “What?”
He sighed. “Follow me.” Yeah, this’ll be fun.
He led her back to the barn where the horse in question, a buckskin named Lady Luck, was in the crossties. “I have to administer Bute.”
“What’s that?”
Once again with the questions. “An anti-inflammatory.”
“Like horse aspirin?”
“Sure.” He already had the drug mixed up and in a large oral syringe, which he lifted off the table in the adjoining tack room. “I need you to hold her tongue out of the way.”
He returned to see her pressed right against the barn wall, hat askew on her head and eyes huge. “What?!”
Goddamn it, Dewey ... “It’s not hard and it’s only
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