Chapter 2Liam lay awake in his bed, staring at the obnoxious popcorn-textured ceiling of his minuscule apartment, and wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into. He’d needed a fresh start far away from the horses he’d cared for and trained to run steeplechases. The biggest break from that reality and the memory of the horse that’d died under him had been the offer of a trainer position in the middle of the American Southwest.
Liam had been expecting more cactuses, but the pines and mountains were gorgeous. As had been the mountain of a man he’d met today. “Saul,” Liam said out loud to himself, enjoying the word. Big bloke, and one who needed someone to take the reins. Some horses would get the bit between their teeth and run like hell down a track, resenting any tug at the reins or
