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Riding with Hans was the chance of a lifetime, even if the man happened to be an arrogant ass; he’d earned that arrogance.
    “It’s not cheap,” Sam hedged, knowing Avery didn’t have an endless supply of money.
    “I’ll get the money somewhere.”
    Sam hesitated, as if she wanted to say something more. “Okay, I’ll fit you in next time he’s here.” Sam trotted off after Hans, most likely to do the king’s bidding herself.
    Avery dismounted, unsaddled Riot, and threw a cooler blanket over him. She led him outside to walk him, still in awe over her ride and the invitation to train with one of the best in the country.
    Sadly, her euphoria was short-lived when she started to come down from her high and began to consider the financial ramifications. Hans charged more per lesson than she made in a week, and she needed enough for five to six lessons a month.
    She was so screwed .
    Not willing to let monetary problems ruin the great buzz she’d gotten from an incredible ride, Avery pushed it aside and forced herself to concentrate on the good stuff. She glanced out into the grassy field where Tiffani held her horse’s lead rope as he grazed. It was a rare January day in Seattle. The sun shone brightly and temperatures hovered in the mid- to upper fifties. Her gaze strayed to Isaac’s house, as if drawn by a powerful magnet. As it had been since she’d laid eyes on the man only a few days earlier, her mind drifted to a pair of ice-blue eyes framed in a ruggedly handsome face with a sinfully hot body.
    Last night she’d done an almost stranger on the couch in the lounge of the horse barn. Less than twelve hours later her life had changed in ways she couldn’t have predicted, and Isaac had been the catalyst.
    Bella had been right.
    Yet, still she wondered what’d possessed her to make such a bold move. Okay, well, maybe that set of piercing ice-blue eyes, a hot, so-male body, and an irresistible instant chemistry, and don’t forget the bad-boy vibe he had in spades. What woman could resist a bad boy? Regardless, she was secretly ashamed of herself and embarrassed. She didn’t do one-night stands. She had her pride, and her body was worth more than just a casual encounter. At least in most cases.
    Who the hell was she kidding? She do it again with him given half the chance.
    Not only had she had an incredible ride on Riot, but her horses were going better than ever, and even her twin remarked on how relaxed and laid back she seemed.
    In fact, Riot had been stupendous, acting as if he honestly loved life and his rider. She’d do anything to capture that magic again because it had been pure magic.
    Her face fell.
    Yet Isaac had made it clear he didn’t do repeats. One and done , he’d said, but she couldn’t get him out of her mind. This was exactly why stranger sex didn’t work so well for her. She wasn’t a stranger sex kind of girl. Despite how well her horses were going, thoughts of Isaac distracted her from her personal goals—her riding career and her teaching. Only this afternoon, she’d been teaching a young student when midsentence she’d flashed back to planting kisses on a strong, clenched jaw as the owner of that jaw buried his thick, hard erection deep inside her, while she lay on the lounge couch. Finally the student rode into the center of the arena and stopped, staring at Avery as if she’d lost her mind.
    She had. To a man who didn’t do repeats. At least not with her.
    She’d only slept with a handful of men in her life, minus those few months of craziness after she’d found her long-time boyfriend in bed with another guy. He’d admitted to her he was gay, and he’d perpetuated the lie that was his life to make his family happy. After that she’d slept with a handful of guys just to prove she was desirable. But she’d known them and most were long-time friends.
    If only Isaac hadn’t been so hot, so hard, so intense. He’d given her sex like no man before him and taken her to