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the sleeves of an old, flannel shirt when the door to her bedroom flew open.  She swung around while her fingers fumbled with the buttons, trying to close her shirt.  “That wasn’t ten minutes Rais !” she snapped at him. 
    He chuckled and walked further into her bedroom.  “I realized that you didn’t have any coffee this morning so I was trying to be nice and bring you some.”  He set the cup on the dresser then backed up, but not completely.  “Cream and sugar, right?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for her to finish buttoning her flannel shirt.
    “Fine!” she snapped, not even thanking him since he’d barged in here like that. 
    “You’ll need a sweater,” he commented when she turned around and took a sip of the coffee.  “It’s cooler outside than normal.”  His eyes lit on her shirt, enjoying the way the buttons gaped in the center where her breasts pushed against the material.  “I like the black lace, by the way.”
    She smacked her hand over her breasts, knowing exactly what he was looking at.  The shirt was one of her older ones and she’d filled out more than she’d realized over the years .  “Go away,” she growled and set her cup back down on the dresser with a thud .  She pulled a large sweatshirt out of the top of her closet and pulled it over her head before turning back to him.  “My boots aren’t in here,” she said and left, leaving him standing in her bedroom.
    Rais watched her walk out of her room, knowing that she was furious with him.  He thought it was cute the way her eyes flashed and her chin jutted out.  No one ever dared to show their anger at him, afraid of losing their job or even their life.  With a snap of his fingers, he could have someone imprisoned for life but this slender beauty didn’t care.  She gave as good as she got and he thought it was adorable.  Even sexy! 
    When he walked out, he was treated to a view of her cute bottom while she bent over, trying to pull her riding boots on.  She stumbled and he thought about reaching out to steady her, more than willing to help.  She must have read his mind because she swung around and glared at him.  He knew he was caught staring at her but didn’t care.  He even smiled and continued to run his eyes over her slim figure, loving the way her cheeks turned even more colorful with each passing moment. 
    “Don’t you have things to do?  Wars to start or villages to plunder?” she asked as she stomped her foot one more time to get the boot fully on. 
    He chuckled at her taunt, enjoying her dry wit.  “I’ll plunder tomorrow.  Today, I’m completely free, and ready to entertain feisty brunettes.”
    Rachel glared at him, wondering if he’d meant to imply the double entendre.  “Let’s ride,” she said and pulled the front door to the cottage open.  “I’m not spending the day with you though ,” she argued.  “I’m here to spend the weekend with my dad so you’re just out of luck.”
    Rais smiled and followed her out the door , enjoying the view. 
    The horses were already saddled and were walking around one of the corral s.  At the first sight of Rachel a nd Rais coming down the pathway her horse , Dolce, hurried over towards her, eager to be reunited with her companion.  Rachel greeted her horse, petting her and loving her, telling her ho w beautiful she was, her hands sliding over the flanks of the horse to make sure that the stable hand had saddled her properly.  Her father had given her this beauty when she was fourteen and Dolc e was getting up in the years but she was still a really wonderful horse. 
    “Wouldn’t you like a younger ride?” Rais asked, already knowing the answer.  A rider and horse with that kind of commitment wouldn’t want to be exchanged for a newer model.  He could tell they were inseparable. 
    “ Shh !” she snapped at him, running her hands over Dolce’s long, shiny neck .  “Don’t say things like that!