feeling
silly and praying no one noticed how weak she felt weak.
The rain stopped, quickly as it had started, it was over. Rays of
sunlight pushed through the broken clouds.
“Shh, she won’t hurt me.” Drew didn’t even blink as he forcefully
took hold of the horse’s harness on both sides and looked the animal square in
the eyes. His brows pulled in and his jaw flexed. For a brief tense moment,
Megan thought he might strike the animal to show who was in charge, but instead
he unhooked the lead rope from the harness and stepped back setting the animal
free.
“You mean, after everything we just went through… you’re just
going to let him have his way?”
“Her,” he corrected. The rope hit a puddle as Drew cast it a few
feet away, “and this is none of your business, Filly” The horse snorted raising
her head in a last flicker of defiance. It didn’t last long. Drew stroked the
velvety part of the horse’s nose with his fingers, his face softening as he
blew at the horses pulsating nostrils. “You and I have an understanding…don’t
we, Angel?”
Megan’s mouth dropped. She watched Drew step back, turn and
casually walk up to the barn. He clicked his tongue and within minutes the
horse followed switching her tail.
“Damndest thing I’ve ever seen.” Tink shook his head gathering the
discarded rope and hanging it on a hook by the barn door. “I don’t know about
you, but I worked up an appetite… thinking about hunting down some leftovers in
the kitchen? Care to join me?”
Something pulled her gaze to that barn.
Curiosity?
Disbelief?
She had to know. “You go ahead. I think I’ll check on….”
Tinks mouth turned up. “Drew?”
“The horse… it was pretty spooked.”
“Yeah, whatever you say beautiful. Go easy on him,”Tink shot over
his shoulder making his way back up to the house.
Megan had no plans of going in. It was understandable for her to
want to see the barn, since she now owned it, or at least that’s what she
mumbled as she lingered by the door staring in. There were five stalls on each
side, another door straight ahead, open, blue sky and green fields, overhead
was a hay loft. The barn smelled sweet and of aged wood, soft leather saddles
and damp horse, was kept clean with fresh hay spilling out of each stall. She
saw six horses, all impressive breeds: stallions, Appaloosas, and Arabians.
How Megan had been there for three days and not noticed the horses
was kind of unnerving. Was she blind? Or only seeing what she wanted to see?
Drew’s horse was already in her stall eating apple slices out of
his cupped hand. He ran a gentle hand along her slender neck. "Sorry girl,
I should have brought you in before the storm hit. A lot's been going on.
Forgive me?" The horse nuzzled Drew's side as if to say she would forgive
him of anything.
Awestruck, Megan felt herself drawn forward.
Drew’s white T-shirt and cargo shorts were soaked. His messy, damp
hair beginning to flip was what her mother would have called “shaggy,
unacceptable for any responsible business man”. But Drew was anything, but business,
the exact opposite. He wore what he wanted, done what he wanted, and answered
to no one. It was as if he gave the finger to anything conventional. And to
her.
The guy was a walking contradiction. Son of a Millionaire, though
he put no importance on money. Country boy, though he wore flip-flops and
polo’s. Cold hearted smart-ass, though he loved animals, old cripples, and mute
kids. What else about him was a contradiction? How her belly reacted to this
new information was kind of unnerving. She’d heard of “feeling
butterflies” but never experienced them until then.
She was careful not to make a sound, but failed miserably. Drew
turned giving her a brief chilling assessment causing her to freeze mid-step.
His gaze slid from her as he walked over and starting putting out water and
feed for the other
silly and praying no one noticed how weak she felt weak.
The rain stopped, quickly as it had started, it was over. Rays of
sunlight pushed through the broken clouds.
“Shh, she won’t hurt me.” Drew didn’t even blink as he forcefully
took hold of the horse’s harness on both sides and looked the animal square in
the eyes. His brows pulled in and his jaw flexed. For a brief tense moment,
Megan thought he might strike the animal to show who was in charge, but instead
he unhooked the lead rope from the harness and stepped back setting the animal
free.
“You mean, after everything we just went through… you’re just
going to let him have his way?”
“Her,” he corrected. The rope hit a puddle as Drew cast it a few
feet away, “and this is none of your business, Filly” The horse snorted raising
her head in a last flicker of defiance. It didn’t last long. Drew stroked the
velvety part of the horse’s nose with his fingers, his face softening as he
blew at the horses pulsating nostrils. “You and I have an understanding…don’t
we, Angel?”
Megan’s mouth dropped. She watched Drew step back, turn and
casually walk up to the barn. He clicked his tongue and within minutes the
horse followed switching her tail.
“Damndest thing I’ve ever seen.” Tink shook his head gathering the
discarded rope and hanging it on a hook by the barn door. “I don’t know about
you, but I worked up an appetite… thinking about hunting down some leftovers in
the kitchen? Care to join me?”
Something pulled her gaze to that barn.
Curiosity?
Disbelief?
She had to know. “You go ahead. I think I’ll check on….”
Tinks mouth turned up. “Drew?”
“The horse… it was pretty spooked.”
“Yeah, whatever you say beautiful. Go easy on him,”Tink shot over
his shoulder making his way back up to the house.
Megan had no plans of going in. It was understandable for her to
want to see the barn, since she now owned it, or at least that’s what she
mumbled as she lingered by the door staring in. There were five stalls on each
side, another door straight ahead, open, blue sky and green fields, overhead
was a hay loft. The barn smelled sweet and of aged wood, soft leather saddles
and damp horse, was kept clean with fresh hay spilling out of each stall. She
saw six horses, all impressive breeds: stallions, Appaloosas, and Arabians.
How Megan had been there for three days and not noticed the horses
was kind of unnerving. Was she blind? Or only seeing what she wanted to see?
Drew’s horse was already in her stall eating apple slices out of
his cupped hand. He ran a gentle hand along her slender neck. "Sorry girl,
I should have brought you in before the storm hit. A lot's been going on.
Forgive me?" The horse nuzzled Drew's side as if to say she would forgive
him of anything.
Awestruck, Megan felt herself drawn forward.
Drew’s white T-shirt and cargo shorts were soaked. His messy, damp
hair beginning to flip was what her mother would have called “shaggy,
unacceptable for any responsible business man”. But Drew was anything, but business,
the exact opposite. He wore what he wanted, done what he wanted, and answered
to no one. It was as if he gave the finger to anything conventional. And to
her.
The guy was a walking contradiction. Son of a Millionaire, though
he put no importance on money. Country boy, though he wore flip-flops and
polo’s. Cold hearted smart-ass, though he loved animals, old cripples, and mute
kids. What else about him was a contradiction? How her belly reacted to this
new information was kind of unnerving. She’d heard of “feeling
butterflies” but never experienced them until then.
She was careful not to make a sound, but failed miserably. Drew
turned giving her a brief chilling assessment causing her to freeze mid-step.
His gaze slid from her as he walked over and starting putting out water and
feed for the other
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