Who could refuse an offer like that from a man like him? I’d never received one so tempting in my life.
So, here I was, once again enjoying the privilege of admiring his bulging backside as he reached out to put a bridle on the well-behaved horse who was taking us for a ride. The mare belonged to his mama, who’d given us permission to take her out with the sleigh after telling us she’d be staying over with her friend, Sheila, and some girlfriends who were hosting a “girl hang” and poker night at the back office of the center, after the work was done.
“Are you sure you’re warm enough?” he asked.
A feeling sweeter than hot cocoa and homemade marshmallows washed over me. What a privilege it was to be the center of a man’s kind attention.
A man like Rex.
The perfect minister for a flock,
