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I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. “He did. He said he had a very unique way of training the horses. That he used dogs to run them. Is that odd that he would mention such a thing?”
    “Dogs. Right. Of course. Hmm . . . No. No, not at all. I just hadn’t realized to what degree he had shared with you the nature of the farm. He’s not generally so forthright with discussing the techniques we use here at R.H., but I wouldn’t say it was odd that he told you.”
    “Well, he was right. He said that seeing the animals run was quite a moving experience. I really couldn’t have imagined anything as powerful as what I just saw. I am in awe.”
    “It is indeed a spectacle that one never tires of.”
    We drove for a few more minutes, in silence once again, and finally reached our destination. As the car pulled to a stop, I could see past the house a ways to what looked like one of many stable areas. Milling about, still breathing hard, were the three horses I had just witnessed in full sprint only moments before. Turning my attention to the house, I did a bit of a double take. I certainly must have been off in la-la land to not have noticed the ridiculously beautiful house that was in front of me. It was the kind of house that you wouldn’t just see in a magazine—it would be the reason the magazine existed in the first place. It was gorgeous.
    We exited the vehicle and Quinn motioned toward the front door. “Just ring the bell. I’m certain Mr. Hemming will be along promptly.”
    “Thanks, Quinn. And thank you for taking the time to pick me up and bring me here.”
    “Not at all, Ms. Lyall.” Quinn got back in the car and drove off, making his way down another stretch of road that led from the main house— the main house! —to what looked to be another set of residences that were smaller, but every bit as lovely.
    Before going to the door, I paused to take a deep breath and give my surroundings another visual sweep. Everything was so immaculately landscaped. It was all perfect. All of it. Nothing, and I mean nothing was out of place. Not a stone, not a leaf. It was as though I had been dropped off into the setting of a real-life fairy tale. Which was just fine by me. I’ve always been a fan of happily ever after.
    It was time to call on my cowboy.
    I stepped to the immense, solid wood door and rang the chime. Not more than twenty seconds had passed before I heard the latch turn. As the door slowly swung open, I felt a little surge of adrenaline send a tingle through the pit of my stomach. The sun was positioned behind the house now and was throwing its bright morning light through what must have been a whole hell of a lot of windows, because as the door finished its wide arc to being fully open, Randall was standing there backlit as though he was sent from the blue sky above. It was so bright, he was very nearly just a silhouette. One that was every bit as majestic and flawlessly sculpted as a classic Roman statue. I swear I heard angels sing—well, in my head, anyway.
    “Connor.”
    “Randall.”
    That was all we could get out of our mouths before we reached for each other and found our mouths sealed tight by our first kiss. And kiss we did. Passionately, but delicately. Like the kiss of lovers who have been apart for far too long and are consumed by the joy of being in each other’s presence once again. We pulled apart slightly, neither of us wanting to break our full body contact, and looked serenely at each other. Randall spoke again first, “Shall we go inside?”
    “My goodness. Yes.”
    Reluctantly, we let go of our embrace. As our arms slid to our sides, we both reached to hold on to the other’s hand. Clearly neither of us wanted to be completely without touching the other. We walked hand in hand into the foyer of the house and Randall kicked shut the front door with a little flick of his heel. I smiled. “You’re just too cool for school, aren’t you?”
    “Heh. Actually, at the moment, I’m