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problem. I haven’t decided if I’m going to start a new practice right away, but I’m glad I was able to help.”
“Did you and your wife just move here?” Rhys asked.
“Yes, from L.A. But I’m not married anymore. I lost my husband four months ago,” Dane said matter-of-factly.
“Sorry,” Rhys managed to say, though truth be told, he was more than caught off guard by learning the man was gay.
“How old is she?” he heard Callan ask.
“Six months,” Dane said, a slight unevenness in his tone. He forced a smile to his lips and said, “I’d like to keep the calf overnight if that’s all right with you.”
Callan nodded, then pulled out his wallet. “How much do I owe you, Doctor?” Rhys watched as Callan nervously counted the few bills he had in his wallet.
The vet must have noticed too because he said, “Actually, I have a proposition for you. Mrs. Greene tells me you occasionally board horses and I was wondering if you might be willing to do a little trade?”
Rhys knew from talking with Finn that the only horses on Callan’s property were his own so if he did board them at one time, Rhys guessed the owners had removed them after Finn’s run in with Hunter Greene and his father.
“You need a horse boarded?” Callan asked somewhat suspiciously.
Dane nodded. “My husband inherited this property and everything that came with it when his aunt and uncle died last year in a car accident. Kirby’s a nice, quiet horse and I’ve decided to keep him for Emma,” he said, motioning towards his daughter who was blessedly still asleep. “The barn here is in pretty bad shape so I’m having it torn down next week and rebuilt. I hate for Kirby not to have a place to escape from the heat. What do you say?”
Rhys wanted to shove Callan for the dark look he was giving the vet. Trust was clearly something Callan had lost somewhere along the way and a man like him wouldn’t look too kindly on charity or pity. He finally relaxed and reached out his hand to the vet. “Sounds good. I can pick Kirby up tomorrow when I come get the calf,” Callan offered.
“That’d be great. Thank you,” Dane said, shaking Callan’s hand, a wide smile on his kind face. They followed Dane out of the building and gave him a wave as he carried his daughter into the house.
“You think he has any idea what a fucked up town he moved to?” Rhys asked.
Callan grunted and went to the truck. Rhys climbed into the passenger side and within minutes they were back on the dirt road leading to the ranch. Callan seemed edgy and tense as his fingers drummed on the steering wheel, but Rhys was too worn out to try and draw the moody man into conversation.
Suddenly Callan slammed on the brakes and threw the truck into park, the motion jerking Rhys forward.
“What the fu-” Rhys said an instant before Callan reached across the seat, grabbed him by the neck and slammed his mouth down on his. The pleasure that surged through Rhys was instantaneous, but his entire body lit up like a brush fire when Callan’s tongue licked across his lips, seeking entry. Before he could even react though, Callan was pulling back, but he didn’t let go of Rhys’ neck.
Callan dropped his forehead to Rhys’ and the combined sounds of their harsh breathing actually seemed louder than the idling truck. Rhys’ hand had somehow found its way to Callan’s thigh and the muscles were tight beneath his palm as Callan seemed to try to regain his control. Any second now he knew Callan would pull away from him, put the truck in gear and they’d both try to forget this had happened – they’d just chalk it up to the traumatic events of the day.
But Callan didn’t pull back, didn’t release him. Instead, those lips found their way back to his and Callan kissed him softly, almost reverently. Rhys knew it was crazy, but Callan’s sudden gentleness somehow seemed like an apology. Rhys opened to Callan’s seeking tongue and groaned in satisfaction as his
“Did you and your wife just move here?” Rhys asked.
“Yes, from L.A. But I’m not married anymore. I lost my husband four months ago,” Dane said matter-of-factly.
“Sorry,” Rhys managed to say, though truth be told, he was more than caught off guard by learning the man was gay.
“How old is she?” he heard Callan ask.
“Six months,” Dane said, a slight unevenness in his tone. He forced a smile to his lips and said, “I’d like to keep the calf overnight if that’s all right with you.”
Callan nodded, then pulled out his wallet. “How much do I owe you, Doctor?” Rhys watched as Callan nervously counted the few bills he had in his wallet.
The vet must have noticed too because he said, “Actually, I have a proposition for you. Mrs. Greene tells me you occasionally board horses and I was wondering if you might be willing to do a little trade?”
Rhys knew from talking with Finn that the only horses on Callan’s property were his own so if he did board them at one time, Rhys guessed the owners had removed them after Finn’s run in with Hunter Greene and his father.
“You need a horse boarded?” Callan asked somewhat suspiciously.
Dane nodded. “My husband inherited this property and everything that came with it when his aunt and uncle died last year in a car accident. Kirby’s a nice, quiet horse and I’ve decided to keep him for Emma,” he said, motioning towards his daughter who was blessedly still asleep. “The barn here is in pretty bad shape so I’m having it torn down next week and rebuilt. I hate for Kirby not to have a place to escape from the heat. What do you say?”
Rhys wanted to shove Callan for the dark look he was giving the vet. Trust was clearly something Callan had lost somewhere along the way and a man like him wouldn’t look too kindly on charity or pity. He finally relaxed and reached out his hand to the vet. “Sounds good. I can pick Kirby up tomorrow when I come get the calf,” Callan offered.
“That’d be great. Thank you,” Dane said, shaking Callan’s hand, a wide smile on his kind face. They followed Dane out of the building and gave him a wave as he carried his daughter into the house.
“You think he has any idea what a fucked up town he moved to?” Rhys asked.
Callan grunted and went to the truck. Rhys climbed into the passenger side and within minutes they were back on the dirt road leading to the ranch. Callan seemed edgy and tense as his fingers drummed on the steering wheel, but Rhys was too worn out to try and draw the moody man into conversation.
Suddenly Callan slammed on the brakes and threw the truck into park, the motion jerking Rhys forward.
“What the fu-” Rhys said an instant before Callan reached across the seat, grabbed him by the neck and slammed his mouth down on his. The pleasure that surged through Rhys was instantaneous, but his entire body lit up like a brush fire when Callan’s tongue licked across his lips, seeking entry. Before he could even react though, Callan was pulling back, but he didn’t let go of Rhys’ neck.
Callan dropped his forehead to Rhys’ and the combined sounds of their harsh breathing actually seemed louder than the idling truck. Rhys’ hand had somehow found its way to Callan’s thigh and the muscles were tight beneath his palm as Callan seemed to try to regain his control. Any second now he knew Callan would pull away from him, put the truck in gear and they’d both try to forget this had happened – they’d just chalk it up to the traumatic events of the day.
But Callan didn’t pull back, didn’t release him. Instead, those lips found their way back to his and Callan kissed him softly, almost reverently. Rhys knew it was crazy, but Callan’s sudden gentleness somehow seemed like an apology. Rhys opened to Callan’s seeking tongue and groaned in satisfaction as his
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