Chapter 29Steph
Had Steph been surprised at first when Gittie insisted she ride Delilah instead of Midnight this afternoon, she knew why now. The sorrel mare, so nondescript in color and build there were probably hundreds out there that looked the same, was a powerhouse. Steph was still exhilarated from her fast runs even after she unsaddled and brushed down Delilah and gave her and Midnight some treats.
But as she walked away from the barn, the image in her head was not of the mare, and not of Midnight either, but of Annika in her bikini. The ranch’s pool was on the other side of the building and still Steph could clearly picture Annika lounging in one of the chairs there. Whatever possessed Annika to lean on a wooden fence practically naked, Steph could only guess—and guess she did, al
