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out. The need to know whether Elizabeth
recognized him or not, spurred him on. Could she feel the electrical pull
between them? Would she see the need and desire in his eyes? How could he hide
his attraction for her? The last thing he wanted in this world would be to do
anything to hurt her. If she found out he is the same man who kissed her last
October, it might screwed up her marriage.
    With a
twist of the key, he shut the engine of his truck off to stare at the front of
the house. The first time he'd seen the wide porch, plantation shutters and
flowers encircling the front, he'd fallen in love with the place. The huge barn
in the distance and the open fields of the pasture around the ranch called to
his soul. The buffalo grasses swaying gently in the cooling breeze of the
evening made him sigh. He'd always wanted a ranch. Playing cowboy was his
favorite pastime during his childhood. His brothers and sisters wanted to play
space aliens or some other such thing, but not Marcus. He always loved being the
cowboy with his horse camping out in the open prairie, shooting bad guys and
saving the lady at the end of the day.
    No use
putting it off. Mitchell Weston walked out of the barn wiping his hands on a
towel as Marcus climbed from his truck. "How's the mare?"
    "She's
doin' fine, Marcus. I think she's about to deliver so I'm glad you're back. I'm
hoping the foal isn't turned wrong. She's laboring pretty hard."
    "Let
me check her." The mare lay in the same position he left her in. Not a
good sign. Her sides heaved with each breath as worry laced through him. He
slipped on his exam sleeve to protect his shirt and his rubber gloves. "Rest, girl." Kneeling behind the mare, he shifted
close to her tail, inserting his hand to the elbow. The horse grunted.
    "What's
wrong?" Elizabeth said, stopping next to the stall door.
    "The
foal is trying to come out in the wrong position. I'm going to have to try to turn
it." He glanced up, locking gazes with Elizabeth. Her worried eyes touched
his heart. Her lips parted as she ran her tongue across the bottom one. His
cock went rock hard in an instant. Great. Turning a foal with a major hard-on. Not my idea of a good
time. He shifted and slipped his other hand inside the animal. The mare
tried lifting her head.
    Elizabeth
slipped inside the stall, dropping on her knees next to the horse’s head. "Easy, sweetheart. It'll be okay. Marcus will take good
care of you."
    His name
on her lips sent shivers down his spine. The soft caress of the syllables made
him wonder what it would sound like coming from her mouth in the moment of an
explosive orgasm. Shaking his head, he concentrated on the work at hand.
Exactly as he feared, the foal needed to be turned in order to come out in the
correct position. After several tense moments of sweating, pushing and pulling,
he had the baby turned. Within seconds the foal slid out of his mother in a
gush of fluid.
    "He's
beautiful, Daddy," Elizabeth said, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I'd forgotten how wonderful these moments are."
    "Take
the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the
girl." Mitchell laughed. Elizabeth beamed, a huge
smile on her lips.
    The mare
struggled to her feet, nudging the colt with her nose. The colt wobbled to a
standing position and took several unsteady steps closer to his mother.
    Marcus
sighed, wiping his forehead on his shirt as he peeled off his protective gear
from his arms. In the ruckus, he'd forgotten his rubber apron. He now had fluid
from the horse all over his clothes.
    "Hmm. I guess
I won't be stayin' for dinner after all."
    "Why?"
Elizabeth asked, rising to her feet too.
    He
glanced down with a grimace. "I can't be good company with this all over
me."
    "You
and Dad are about the same size. I think you could borrow something to wear.
Right, Dad?"
    "Sure,
Marcus. No need for you to go without dinner. We're having enchiladas. I
know how much you love those."
    Damn. I thought I could get out of this