ONE WEEK LATER
ONE WEEK LATERAs I walk away from the water trough, I try to adjust the loose-fitting boxers I’m wearing today. Nothing like having my balls tap against my leg with every step I take. Kaitlyn’s lucky she’s my best friend because these are uncomfortable as f**k.
“You’re still walkin’ funny,” Knox mocks as soon as I enter the barn.
“Shut the hell up,” I mutter, adjusting the material in my jeans. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to wearing them. I know I’m not the only one who’s making sacrifices. Kaitlyn’s been eating like an athlete now by adding more vegetables and protein to her diet. She’s just as strict with herself as she is with me, which I respect.
After mucking out the stalls and leading several horse couples to their free-roam pastures, I take my lunch break. I g
