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this ole cuss would be happy for a chance to get out of the stables, but no. He’s clearly not satisfied with prancing around in the paddock.”
    “Maybe we could take them out for a short run. Sun’s not going down for about two hours, so we have time.”
    A stable hand emerged from the long shadow attached to the side of the building. “I could ride with you to show you a short route so you can get better acquainted with the horses. Harvey here”—he pointed toward Wade’s horse—“likes to run a while every afternoon, but I kept them inside until you arrived, so he is a little grumpy.”
    Maverick stood in his stirrups and let out a loud whoop. “At last, someone matched the perfect horse to Wade.”
    Wade grinned. “What are you waiting for?” he addressed the stable hand. “Get your horse so that I can help get the friskiness out of this old man.”
    The lad hurried inside and minutes later, the three riders headed out toward the hills at the back of the house. Adrian turned away from the barn and strolled to the entrance gate. With the sun behind her, she took a couple of landscape photos of the general setup. She found a bench under the empty branches of a large oak tree and basked in last rays of the sun. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and allowed the silence to wash over her.
    When was the last time she’d had a couple of hours to herself without having to plan for a deadline? Relaxing in the sun felt more like a holiday than work. She had three weeks to complete the photos and needing only fifty quality shots with the men and the gear, she could afford to let her hair down a little. The stress of the past year and the late nights preparing for the assignment caught up with her and she drifted to sleep.
     
    Wade waited until the stable hand had ridden a significant distance in front of them. “I really like her.”
    Maverick reined in his horse. “Yeah, she didn’t seem to mind our touching her.” He squirmed in the saddle. “Damn, just thinking about her makes riding a real chore.”
    Wade grinned. “It doesn’t help that the sexual tension she ignites could light up a ballpark.” They rode in silence for a while. “You think she’ll be open to sharing?”
    Maverick grunted. “Do you really want to discuss this now? My shoulder is killing me and this is not the biggest saddle I’ve ever sat in.”
    “I think we should broach the subject tonight. Hell, I could do with a little relaxation after the long flight.”
    “Jesus, Wade, we barely know her.”
    “It has never stopped you before.”
    Maverick slowed his pace slightly, allowing the stable lad to pull farther ahead. “What if we approach her and she takes it the wrong way.” He waved his hand in the air. “It could ruin the whole project if we’re not comfortable with each other.”
    “Adrian’s not a teenager anymore. She struck me as someone who knows what she wants, but she’s too afraid to take the risk. I doubt she’d hold it against us if we make the suggestion. As for the work, I think she is about as professional with her photography as we are with our rodeo work. Nothing will interfere—especially not a bout of good sex.”
    Maverick remained silent for a while then he nodded. “Let’s see how she feels about it tonight. There’s no harm in asking.” He gently drove his heels into the horse’s side and the pair rushed forward to catch up with their guide.
     
    The sound of hooves thundering startled her awake and Adrian wiped the sleep from her eyes. It had been more than an hour since the men had left and a dull headache throbbed behind her eyelids from the sun. The men rode the horses to the stables and Adrian quietly walked toward them.
    Finding the stables empty, she snuck around the corner. Experience taught her that catching her subjects off-guard often rewarded her with the best photos.
    The men’s muted voices sounded from inside the tack room. She tiptoed to the door and peeked inside. Row