Chapter 15
“’SCUSE ME,” RYMAN said as he slid behind Nardell in the tack room and reached across her to hang his bridle on the hook above the sink.
She leaned back into him. “Hmmm,” she murmured, “is that a hunt whip in your breeches or are you just glad to see me?”
He pressed harder against her. “It does seem I’m…ah…kinda stimulated.”
She turned to face him, keeping her body tight against his and wrapping her arms around his waist. An inviting smile brightened her face as she looked up at him. “What time did you say you have to be at the shop for the staff meeting?”
“One o’clock. Plenty of time yet.”
“This was an amazing morning. That was really something how you knew where that fox would be, and which way he’d go. Like you could tell what he was thinking.”
“Aw, shucks, ma’am. ’Twe
