Willow’s P.O.V.
10 Years Later
“Haley Jane, slow that horse down,” Jessie yelled.
“Come on, dad, I was having fun,” Haley griped as she slowed her horse to a trot.
Jessie only shook his head and smiled. That soon-to-be nine-year-old sandy blonde-haired girl was just like her dad. Haley drove Jessie crazy, but she also had him wrapped around her finger.
“Haley, quit trying to give your dad a heart attack. Concentrate on getting the pattern right before going fast,” I quipped.
“Yes, mama,” she replied and started around the barrels.
Jessie glanced over his shoulder at me and shot me that sexy smile. I felt my face flush and spun away, hearing him laugh from behind me. After all this time, Jessie’s smile still melts my insides. Jessie has only gotten even sexier in my eyes.
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