Levi finished feeding out hay under the dull grey sky. He was in a very bad mood. What a bugger of a day. Torrential rain had prevented him from working with the youngsters. The feed room roof was leaking. A visiting mare that he’d believed safely in foal had come back into season. And worst of all, he missed Poppy. She’d been on his mind ever since he woke, distracting him from his daily tasks. Whether it was dealing with the farrier in the morning, managing the brood mares at lunchtime or working with the stud stallions that afternoon, only half his mind had been on the job.
Levi had swung by the bungalow first thing, hoping to say goodbye, but she’d already gone. Well, what did he expect? He’d fired her after refusing to accept her apology. If he missed her, it was entirely his own fau
