Missy looked up at him with hope and desire burning through her sea glass green eyes. “Well, good night,” he said. He drew her into a hug and released her before he lost his resolve and kissed her.
As the weeks passed, he became quite adept atop a horse. He’d chosen a tall black stallion that he owned as his riding horse. Licorice—another food name, Tucker noted—had a gentle demeanor, and Tucker liked learning how to ride.
He could bathe a horse as fast as Missy now, and he could get the farm unlocked and feeding started without help. He knew how to run the farm from behind a desk, but he hated that part of it. So he’d asked Missy to do it, and she said she’d done it before and could keep on with those administrative tasks.
She taught horseback riding lessons and after-school camps. She
