Chapter Twelve
THE NEXT MORNING, AFTER one of the best night’s sleep he’d ever had, Mitchell leaned back against the wall and watched as Jay finished forking hay into one of the stable’s clean stalls. Man, that guy is hot!
“You may actually fit in around here one day,” he joked, and laughed out loud as Jay grunted back at him. Yep, fitting in already.
Just to watch Jay move was music for the eyes, but to see him doing actual manual labour turned Mitchell on more than he cared to admit. Who knew his ultimate fantasy was to see a city slicker turn station hand?
Jay’s muscles bunched in his arms as he moved, and his firm arse filled out those jeans a little too well. Everything in Mitchell’s body was entranced by the beauty before him. But he couldn’t continue to just watch him.
“Hey, ci
