Shane cursed himself and his stupid wandering hands as he collected saddles and horse blankets. He muttered to Midnight about “ bein’ nice to the pretty woman” who was going to ride him, but apparently Robin and Midnight had a special bond.
Shane wanted a special bond with her too, and if the altercation that had just happened outside Mandarin’s stall was any indication, he could probably have it. If she’d let him. If she’d just say yes. Just once.
“But you’re not asking,” he murmured as he led Midnight down the aisle toward Mandarin. Robin had disappeared by the time he’d come out of the tack room, and Shane had been half-relieved and half-disappointed.
Simply sitting at a picnic table with her had been the perfect kind of t*****e. Listening to that sweet voice of hers as she teased an
