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for a few seconds.”
    She made a face but took two cautious steps forward.
    Lady Luck shifted, dancing in the ties, probably in reaction to Jackson.
    “You have to calm down, princess,” he said, forcing his tone from irritated to tranquil. It took a vast amount of effort as she aggravated the ever loving hell out of him. “Horses can sense things.”
    Dani bit at her plump bottom lip and, God help him, but his gaze was drawn right there, wanting to taste and bite it himself. He turned both his eyes and his hips away from her.
    “Oh, I know!” she suddenly declared and pulled out her cell phone. “Video,” she answered his questioning look. “I will do anything for the purposes of comedy.”
    Whatever. “Just hurry up.”
    She played around with the cell phone, eventually opting to squeeze it into the band around her hat, angling it so—presumably—her audience of no one could see some of the events. When she nodded her okay, he wrenched Lady Luck’s mouth open and shouted for Dani. She squealed as she grabbed the horse’s tongue and held it to the side, chanting incoherently about the grossness of it. Adam shoved the syringe to the other side and shot the dose of Bute in.
    “Oh my God ,” Dani said as she stepped back and shivered all over. She held her hands up to her hat where the cell phone still sat. “Look at my hands. Look!” She turned them back and forth where horse saliva covered them.
    Adam suppressed a chuckle and shook his head. The damn woman was mad, talking to herself like that.
    He’d have to ask Gus again when she was leaving.
    Even if part of him hoped it wasn’t all that soon.
     

Tuesday
    NEW POST: Draft Mode
    Today I got pulled down a hill by horses and fell and was rescued by a handsome stranger—who isn’t really a stranger and kind of ruins the handsome vibe every time he talks. Retail therapy helped, but then I had to hold a horse’s tongue to the side while horse aspirin was administered.
    Holding a GIANT HORSE’S TONGUE is about as gross as you can imagine.
    Times ten.
    Say it with me now: Ewwwww.
    Don’t believe me? I got a cell phone video this time.
     

Wednesday
    NEW POST: Draft Mode
    I need a bath.
    A long one.
    Like, for five or six hours.
    In the Caribbean.
    While getting a massage.
    And with Cabana boys bringing me drinks.
    I could sure go for a mojito right about now.
    Someone needs to get on that for me, posthaste.
     

Thursday
    NEW POST: Draft Mode
    And I was stepped on by another horse.
    Now I’m going to describe for you how I chased a Palomino through a field for twenty minutes...playing the part of me is, well, me. Playing the part of the horse is Jenny the Doberman.
     

Chapter Five
    Dani spent her days in filthy jeans, boots scuffed up within hours of putting them on, and a Stetson that seemed to blow off her head more than it stayed on.
    How Adam Cooper could wear the damn hat no matter the weather and have it always stay in place—even when galloping down the field on a horse—was beyond her.
    And made her dislike him even more.
    She was always sweat drenched, filthy, smelling like damn horses, and then he’d bark an order at her, still looking all ruggedly put together and her whole body would heat up with want. For the longest while, she expelled some of that irritation by flipping him off the moment his back was turned, but then Dewey once saw her and laughed, causing Cooper to turn around and catch her. Then there was reprimanding, and threats to go to Gus about it, and eventually she was put on stall duty, left to cart manure from the barn and sweep up everything left over.
    At least she’d been able to write up a few blog posts, even if she couldn’t publish them yet, and every night that was what she did: chronicled the highlights, sometimes including a few photos she’d snapped with her phone. Thursday night, exhaustion hit her hard, but she recorded a vlog about it—with Jenny the silly ranch Doberman flopped on the bed next to