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looked over at Deacon. “Now, Daisy is no problem, but Gert…She’s been a little under the weather these past two days. Ornery as the day is long, I tell you!”
    “Well then, let’s saddle up Amethyst. I’ll go check on Gert while you get them ready.”
    Grabbing her hand, Deacon led her out of the back of the first stable and into the one directly behind it. As they walked along, Deacon explained that each of the six large stables held twelve horses, and that they bred and sold horses all over country. They also had a riding academy on premises with a heated indoor riding ring.
    Ivy watched Deacon as he approached Gert.
    “What’s the matter ole girl?” he asked, patting her head and running the palm of his hand down her neck as she stuck her head out of her stall.
    Her shiny, chestnut coat, big black eyes, and red mane were stunning, but, being a graphic artist, Ivy had learned to catch subtle differences in symmetry. Stepping back and studying her facial features, she noticed a slight swelling on the left side of her face, right under her eye socket. “Deacon, I’m no expert, and maybe it’s nothing, but there’s a slight difference on the left side of her face. Do you see that?”
    Deacon stepped back for a moment to look, then approached Gert, running his hand gently over the elevated area. “You know, you might be on to something. Feels a little warm.” He called out to George and showed him what they had discovered.
    “Maybe…It’s very slight, but I’ll put a call in to Doc Stone. I’ll have him come out and take a look at her,” George replied. “Amethyst and Daisy should be ready for y’all. They’re in the arena.”
    Taking her hand, Deacon led her to the indoor arena where he helped her mount Daisy and led them on a few rounds around the indoor ring before taking them outside to the snow-covered property. Its well-ridden trails were easy to follow since there had not been a fresh snowfall in a few days. The property was breathtaking. They meandered through open fields and trails through the woods, giving Ivy only a small amount of insight into how big the ranch was. After an hour, her butt and thighs were burning and she jumped at the suggestion of heading back. They both laughed about how she walked once she dismounted. She knew she would be sore. With the promise of a massage from Deacon, they happily headed back to the main house, stopping at the kitchen for a quick bite to eat—nothing fancy, just sandwiches and sweet tea. After eating, they headed up to Deacon’s bedroom where he drew a bath in the large Jacuzzi tub in the en suite, adding lavender-scented salts to soothe her, and then proceeded to strip her down.
    Draping a large bath towel over the comforter of his bed, Deacon instructed Ivy to lay face down and expertly massaged her aching muscles, rubbing her down with vanilla scented oil, concentrating on the muscles of her thighs and calves. Moaning with approval, she couldn’t believe how
    attentive he was—although, when she looked back and caught a glimpse of him adjusting himself, she was quite certain he was enjoying it too.
    After checking the bath, he stripped himself down and carried her into the bathroom, where both of them settled into the hot, soothing water. She nestled between his legs, her head resting against his chest, as the jets of turbulent water and Deacon’s arms wrapped around her, comforting her sore, aching body. She couldn’t remember a time in her life when she had felt more at peace and cared for.
    His hands never stopped moving, even in the tub, kneading the muscles in the fronts of her tender thighs and shoulders, brushing the sides of her breasts as he skimmed them up and down her sides. Her tight nipples crested above the surface of the water, begging for his touch. It didn’t take long before Deacon cupped her breasts in his hands and began to play with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pulling them gently. She felt his