yourself
another raise.”
They clinked their glasses in celebration.
* * * * *
Blake groaned, already envisioning a catastrophe as the two
youngest colts bolted from their mothers and headed toward the open yard.
They’d wanted the youngsters away from all the decorations. His mother would
kill him if her expensive party favors were ruined by his horses. He whistled
to Thomas, his foreman, as he cantered by. “I got ’em. Get the mares penned in
before they head over there too.” He turned his gelding to the house, watching
as the colts hit the tented area of the yard and a woman in a suit came running
out from under the tent, arms flailing.
She caught hold of the black colt by his mane and started
rubbing his head. Blake came to a stop next to the other one, eased himself off
this mount and tossed a rope around the colt’s neck. After securing the escapee
to his saddle, he looked to see if the woman still had the black one under
control.
Liza DeLane. He’d seen her at the last New Year’s Eve
party and once or twice at the Dallas office. The woman was beautiful. She had
bright green eyes that were a little too big and set a little too far apart,
but that just made them dramatic. She didn’t put a bunch of makeup on them
either. Instead they were nice and natural, just the way he liked it. The way
she wore those expensive suits made him hard just looking at her. The short
skirt and fitted jacket gave a man just enough information about those ample
curves for his imagination to run away with him. And he wanted to know more
about what was under this particular pinstripe. He lifted his hat and pushed
his hair back as Thomas rode up to help collect his errant colts.
“Look, you guys are going to have to keep these horses out
of the area this weekend. I know it’s a ranch, but there’s a lot of money tied
up in these decorations.” As she spoke, the colt pulled out of her hands, took
two awkward leaps to the left and happily sunk his teeth into an oversized,
rhinestone-covered fire hydrant. She rushed over to grab the colt again. Blake
moved to do the same and put his booted foot down—just before Liza’s spiked
three-inch heel landed directly on his toe.
The cowhide did little to absorb the impact from the killer
stiletto. “Ow!”
“Sorry!” She stumbled as she tried to get off his foot, but
only managed to throw herself off-balance. She began to fall backward and Blake
caught her waist to keep both of them from toppling into the folding chairs.
Her hands, naturally reaching for balance, gripped his biceps. Once they’d
regained their balanced, the two of them froze, looking into each other’s eyes.
Liza shivered at the heat in the cowboy’s gaze. She squeezed
her hands, just to feel the strength in his arms. She enjoyed the ripple of
movement his muscles made in reaction to her grip and the heat from his body as
he leaned forward a little with his lips slightly parted. Liza’s heart pounded.
Her pussy clenched at the prospect of tasting those lips, and the thought of
how they would feel pressed against her own in a heated kiss. She felt his
fingers tighten around her hips.
The colt jumped again, knocking over several of the rented
chairs before trotting up the aisle, tearing the satin runner that had been
hand painted with pink and lavender paw prints. “Shit!” Blake reluctantly
released Liza, making sure her balance was good before following the colt. He
managed to corner and calm the colt next to the elaborate altar, but not before
the wayward baby had knocked two vases to the ground, scattering glass and
tossing flowers over the first row.
Liza shook off the momentary loss of concentration caused by
the feel of the cowboy’s big hands holding her, and stomped toward the man’s
horse. She had a job to do, and mooning over the hired help wouldn’t help get
this mess cleaned up. She ripped a rope from his saddle. “If you can’t control
these guys, please call someone who can. I
another raise.”
They clinked their glasses in celebration.
* * * * *
Blake groaned, already envisioning a catastrophe as the two
youngest colts bolted from their mothers and headed toward the open yard.
They’d wanted the youngsters away from all the decorations. His mother would
kill him if her expensive party favors were ruined by his horses. He whistled
to Thomas, his foreman, as he cantered by. “I got ’em. Get the mares penned in
before they head over there too.” He turned his gelding to the house, watching
as the colts hit the tented area of the yard and a woman in a suit came running
out from under the tent, arms flailing.
She caught hold of the black colt by his mane and started
rubbing his head. Blake came to a stop next to the other one, eased himself off
this mount and tossed a rope around the colt’s neck. After securing the escapee
to his saddle, he looked to see if the woman still had the black one under
control.
Liza DeLane. He’d seen her at the last New Year’s Eve
party and once or twice at the Dallas office. The woman was beautiful. She had
bright green eyes that were a little too big and set a little too far apart,
but that just made them dramatic. She didn’t put a bunch of makeup on them
either. Instead they were nice and natural, just the way he liked it. The way
she wore those expensive suits made him hard just looking at her. The short
skirt and fitted jacket gave a man just enough information about those ample
curves for his imagination to run away with him. And he wanted to know more
about what was under this particular pinstripe. He lifted his hat and pushed
his hair back as Thomas rode up to help collect his errant colts.
“Look, you guys are going to have to keep these horses out
of the area this weekend. I know it’s a ranch, but there’s a lot of money tied
up in these decorations.” As she spoke, the colt pulled out of her hands, took
two awkward leaps to the left and happily sunk his teeth into an oversized,
rhinestone-covered fire hydrant. She rushed over to grab the colt again. Blake
moved to do the same and put his booted foot down—just before Liza’s spiked
three-inch heel landed directly on his toe.
The cowhide did little to absorb the impact from the killer
stiletto. “Ow!”
“Sorry!” She stumbled as she tried to get off his foot, but
only managed to throw herself off-balance. She began to fall backward and Blake
caught her waist to keep both of them from toppling into the folding chairs.
Her hands, naturally reaching for balance, gripped his biceps. Once they’d
regained their balanced, the two of them froze, looking into each other’s eyes.
Liza shivered at the heat in the cowboy’s gaze. She squeezed
her hands, just to feel the strength in his arms. She enjoyed the ripple of
movement his muscles made in reaction to her grip and the heat from his body as
he leaned forward a little with his lips slightly parted. Liza’s heart pounded.
Her pussy clenched at the prospect of tasting those lips, and the thought of
how they would feel pressed against her own in a heated kiss. She felt his
fingers tighten around her hips.
The colt jumped again, knocking over several of the rented
chairs before trotting up the aisle, tearing the satin runner that had been
hand painted with pink and lavender paw prints. “Shit!” Blake reluctantly
released Liza, making sure her balance was good before following the colt. He
managed to corner and calm the colt next to the elaborate altar, but not before
the wayward baby had knocked two vases to the ground, scattering glass and
tossing flowers over the first row.
Liza shook off the momentary loss of concentration caused by
the feel of the cowboy’s big hands holding her, and stomped toward the man’s
horse. She had a job to do, and mooning over the hired help wouldn’t help get
this mess cleaned up. She ripped a rope from his saddle. “If you can’t control
these guys, please call someone who can. I
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