CHAPTER 7
Charley mounted Omega and pulled her hat a little lower on her brow, shading her eyes from the early afternoon sun. A breeze glided across the plains, a respite in the heat. She headed to the west paddock, where she’d sent Morgan the day after the tack room incident. Her small way of paying him back for teasing her so damn much.
She stopped when the paddock came into view. She chewed her lower lip with her front teeth. Once more, Morgan was working shirtless. Getting the upper hand with him half-n***d wasn’t going to be easy.
Morgan lifted a fence rail, muscles bulging as he heaved the post onto his shoulder. He bent his knees to get leverage and his trousers stretched across his thighs. Great blades of grass, he was a fine-looking man. Bronze skin and sinew glistened in the h
