Chapter 18
Early mornings had become Rory’s favorite time of day. He liked to wake before Zane and spend some quiet quality time touching, kissing, and generally just loving on his man. But this particular morning Rory needed to think. And he couldn’t do that with Zane so close. So he climbed out of bed, got dressed, did his thing in the bathroom, and made his way across the yard to the barn. The paths that had been cleared the previous afternoon were covered with fresh snow.
Feeding horses and mucking stalls should be mindlessly repetitive enough to allow him to think, although there was the ever-present ache in his ass to remind him of the previous evening’s activities.
They’d continued to have s*x after drinking their beers, although Rory’s heart hadn’t really been in it. If Zane had
