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night.’
‘I’ll take a look then.’ Ethan shifted his bag from one hand to the other. ‘This is Samantha Walker, she’s come along to see the colt.’
‘How are you, Miss Walker?’
‘I’m good, and thanks for letting me visit your baby, Mr Smyth. I appreciate it.’
‘No problem, young lady, when you have some of your own, I’ll come along and take a look at yours.’
She laughed, and followed Ethan towards the stables.
‘The colt was born last night, Sammy, around midnight.’
‘Wow. A real baby. Did you help?’
He unlatched the half-door to the stable. ‘Well, let me think.’ He swung it open. ‘The foal’s front hooves weren’t showing as they should, and the mare was straining.’ He let Sammy go through before him. ‘I had my arm stuck inside the birth canal for a minute or two, so I suppose, yes, I helped.’
She turned to him. ‘Hope you’ve had a shower.’ She threw her head back and laughed.
Beautiful, dazzling Sammy. Her smile warmed everything inside him. His heart was erupting, unused to being filled with pleasure. And his throat felt full, as though there were a barrelful of words to be said.
He swallowed them and led her towards the end stall. The mare stood quietly, but lifted her head when he unlatched the gate and walked through.
Sammy stayed by the metal gate, her attention wandering between the mare and the black colt, its long silky limbs jumbled in the straw.
Ethan put his bag down and took out a stethoscope. ‘You can come in and say hello.’ The colt raised his head. ‘You can help by stroking his neck. A new foal has to lie down a lot to rest, but this little fella might need looking after a bit longer than we expected.’
She slid into a cross-legged sitting position. She hadn’t bothered to check if the straw was dirty, she simply gave herself to the moment. His heart filled again. She put her hand on the colt’s neck. He moved his gaze to her face.
‘Oh Ethan, he’s beautiful. What an amazing job you have. What’s Mr Smyth going to call him? I’d call him Black Onyx if he was mine. He’s not going to the racetrack is he?’
If she caught his gaze now, she’d find something it was best she didn’t see.
She looked up at the same instant he looked away. ‘He’s not going anywhere.’ Ethan placed the stethoscope headset around his neck. ‘He’s staying right here.’ Perhaps it was something she did only to him. Perhaps other men wouldn’t feel the same way about her. He checked himself. That wasn’t his concern. She deserved someone who would be with her without reservation, and if she found joy, he’d have to sit by and watch. Didn’t mean he had to feel happy about it. ‘We have to keep an eye on his respiratory ability, he had trouble breathing at birth. The dam had a normal pregnancy though, and he’s suckling well.’
‘Ethan? Can you make him better?’
He’d never been closer to her. It wasn’t that their bodies were near, it was the emotion brimming inside him that closed the gap. You’re the beautiful one. You’re extraordinary. You make my heart sing …
‘Sammy.’ He tensed his muscles so he wouldn’t move. She sat looking up at him with expectation. She wanted to believe he could make it better and he wanted to do that for her, knowing he couldn’t if it wasn’t meant to be.
It wasn’t a decision. It didn’t demand any explanation or reason. He didn’t care where her hopes lay, what she expected or how any other man would feel about it. He bent to her, placed his mouth on hers and kissed her.
Her warm face. The fruity-soap aroma of her skin, her hair. Her gentle mouth. The way she responded to the soft pressure from his—enough to shatter him. Her lips parted. He touched her tongue with his. Her mouth wet, soft. He didn’t want to release it. He had to.
She softened—tilting her chin, her body giving the tiniest melt against his.
He broke from her. ‘I’m sorry.’ He spoke quickly. ‘I shouldn’t
‘I’ll take a look then.’ Ethan shifted his bag from one hand to the other. ‘This is Samantha Walker, she’s come along to see the colt.’
‘How are you, Miss Walker?’
‘I’m good, and thanks for letting me visit your baby, Mr Smyth. I appreciate it.’
‘No problem, young lady, when you have some of your own, I’ll come along and take a look at yours.’
She laughed, and followed Ethan towards the stables.
‘The colt was born last night, Sammy, around midnight.’
‘Wow. A real baby. Did you help?’
He unlatched the half-door to the stable. ‘Well, let me think.’ He swung it open. ‘The foal’s front hooves weren’t showing as they should, and the mare was straining.’ He let Sammy go through before him. ‘I had my arm stuck inside the birth canal for a minute or two, so I suppose, yes, I helped.’
She turned to him. ‘Hope you’ve had a shower.’ She threw her head back and laughed.
Beautiful, dazzling Sammy. Her smile warmed everything inside him. His heart was erupting, unused to being filled with pleasure. And his throat felt full, as though there were a barrelful of words to be said.
He swallowed them and led her towards the end stall. The mare stood quietly, but lifted her head when he unlatched the gate and walked through.
Sammy stayed by the metal gate, her attention wandering between the mare and the black colt, its long silky limbs jumbled in the straw.
Ethan put his bag down and took out a stethoscope. ‘You can come in and say hello.’ The colt raised his head. ‘You can help by stroking his neck. A new foal has to lie down a lot to rest, but this little fella might need looking after a bit longer than we expected.’
She slid into a cross-legged sitting position. She hadn’t bothered to check if the straw was dirty, she simply gave herself to the moment. His heart filled again. She put her hand on the colt’s neck. He moved his gaze to her face.
‘Oh Ethan, he’s beautiful. What an amazing job you have. What’s Mr Smyth going to call him? I’d call him Black Onyx if he was mine. He’s not going to the racetrack is he?’
If she caught his gaze now, she’d find something it was best she didn’t see.
She looked up at the same instant he looked away. ‘He’s not going anywhere.’ Ethan placed the stethoscope headset around his neck. ‘He’s staying right here.’ Perhaps it was something she did only to him. Perhaps other men wouldn’t feel the same way about her. He checked himself. That wasn’t his concern. She deserved someone who would be with her without reservation, and if she found joy, he’d have to sit by and watch. Didn’t mean he had to feel happy about it. ‘We have to keep an eye on his respiratory ability, he had trouble breathing at birth. The dam had a normal pregnancy though, and he’s suckling well.’
‘Ethan? Can you make him better?’
He’d never been closer to her. It wasn’t that their bodies were near, it was the emotion brimming inside him that closed the gap. You’re the beautiful one. You’re extraordinary. You make my heart sing …
‘Sammy.’ He tensed his muscles so he wouldn’t move. She sat looking up at him with expectation. She wanted to believe he could make it better and he wanted to do that for her, knowing he couldn’t if it wasn’t meant to be.
It wasn’t a decision. It didn’t demand any explanation or reason. He didn’t care where her hopes lay, what she expected or how any other man would feel about it. He bent to her, placed his mouth on hers and kissed her.
Her warm face. The fruity-soap aroma of her skin, her hair. Her gentle mouth. The way she responded to the soft pressure from his—enough to shatter him. Her lips parted. He touched her tongue with his. Her mouth wet, soft. He didn’t want to release it. He had to.
She softened—tilting her chin, her body giving the tiniest melt against his.
He broke from her. ‘I’m sorry.’ He spoke quickly. ‘I shouldn’t
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