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bad breath.”
“Didn’t you buy him a jar of breath mints?” Rayne wrapped her hands about her white mug.
“I did.” Lindsey left her mug in the sink. “But instead of using them, he gave them to the secretaries in reception.”
“Why not just tell him he has bad breath?”
“You know how old man Moffett is…I have to be careful so I keep my job.” Lindsey went to the break room entrance. “I’ll never find another nursing job that pays as well as this one.” She opened the door. “Keep me posted on the guy from your barn. You know how much I love a juicy romance.” She winked at Rayne and then darted into the hall.
Rayne took two quick sips of her coffee, eager to feel the rush of caffeine. As the warm liquid eased down her throat, she recalled Trent’s conversation over the phone with her earlier that morning. Perhaps Lindsey was right; she needed to give the assertive man a chance. She peered into her black coffee and the same old trepidation about the opposite sex returned to her gut. She had never been an avid dater before her husband, and after the pain of her divorce, her dating nerves were shot. But now another opportunity for happiness was before her, and Rayne only prayed she could muster the courage to put the past behind her and try again with the charismatic riding master.
Chapter 5
A warm evening breeze greeted Rayne as she stepped from her garage and progressed across the short stone-covered path to her back door. The blue jeans she had changed into after work reeked of Bob. Her black riding boots were dusty, and her frizzy blonde hair was matted down by the riding helmet she had worn while working Bob over some fences.
As she fumbled with the lock on her back door, her cell phone ringtone sounded. Quickly opening the door, she rummaged through the work clothes in her backpack for her phone. While punching the alarm code into her keypad just inside her back door, Frank came trotting up to her. Barking with exuberance at her return, she was trying to calm him down when she answered the call from an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” a smooth voice demanded.
She sighed as she heard his velvety tone. “Hi, Trent.” She turned to Frank. “Hush up.”
“Was that my friend, Frank, barking?”
“Yeah, he gets excited when I get home.” She patted Frank’s head.
“You’re just getting home from work? It’s almost seven, Rayne.”
“I went to the stables after work to exercise Bob. Why are you calling me?” She shut her back door.
“I just wanted to make sure you got home safely.”
“I’m fine.” She set the deadbolt on her door. “Just like I was fine coming home late from the stables before I met you.”
“But that was before I met that overgrown floor mop that you have for protection.”
She stepped around Frank and into her kitchen. “I also have an alarm system to back up the floor mop.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better, Rayne.”
She heaved her backpack onto the beige granite breakfast bar. “Well, it’s the best I can do.”
“Have you ever considered buying a gun?”
Rayne went to her refrigerator. “Only if I get to use it on you.”
Trent’s deep chuckle made her insides quiver. Removing a carton of orange juice from the refrigerator, she took a few quick sips.
“Now what are you doing?” His voice was strained with curiosity.
She thumped the carton down on the kitchen countertop. “What is it with you and questions?”
“I just want to know how you spend your time when you’re not working.”
“Why?” she challenged, sounding aggravated.
“Rayne, I’m making an effort here. The least you could do is talk to me.”
She silently berated her shortness with the man. If she wanted to make a go of it with him, Rayne knew she needed to open up. “What do you want to know, Trent?”
“How do you spend your evenings at home?”
Rayne spied the open living room that connected to her kitchen and tried to
“Didn’t you buy him a jar of breath mints?” Rayne wrapped her hands about her white mug.
“I did.” Lindsey left her mug in the sink. “But instead of using them, he gave them to the secretaries in reception.”
“Why not just tell him he has bad breath?”
“You know how old man Moffett is…I have to be careful so I keep my job.” Lindsey went to the break room entrance. “I’ll never find another nursing job that pays as well as this one.” She opened the door. “Keep me posted on the guy from your barn. You know how much I love a juicy romance.” She winked at Rayne and then darted into the hall.
Rayne took two quick sips of her coffee, eager to feel the rush of caffeine. As the warm liquid eased down her throat, she recalled Trent’s conversation over the phone with her earlier that morning. Perhaps Lindsey was right; she needed to give the assertive man a chance. She peered into her black coffee and the same old trepidation about the opposite sex returned to her gut. She had never been an avid dater before her husband, and after the pain of her divorce, her dating nerves were shot. But now another opportunity for happiness was before her, and Rayne only prayed she could muster the courage to put the past behind her and try again with the charismatic riding master.
Chapter 5
A warm evening breeze greeted Rayne as she stepped from her garage and progressed across the short stone-covered path to her back door. The blue jeans she had changed into after work reeked of Bob. Her black riding boots were dusty, and her frizzy blonde hair was matted down by the riding helmet she had worn while working Bob over some fences.
As she fumbled with the lock on her back door, her cell phone ringtone sounded. Quickly opening the door, she rummaged through the work clothes in her backpack for her phone. While punching the alarm code into her keypad just inside her back door, Frank came trotting up to her. Barking with exuberance at her return, she was trying to calm him down when she answered the call from an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” a smooth voice demanded.
She sighed as she heard his velvety tone. “Hi, Trent.” She turned to Frank. “Hush up.”
“Was that my friend, Frank, barking?”
“Yeah, he gets excited when I get home.” She patted Frank’s head.
“You’re just getting home from work? It’s almost seven, Rayne.”
“I went to the stables after work to exercise Bob. Why are you calling me?” She shut her back door.
“I just wanted to make sure you got home safely.”
“I’m fine.” She set the deadbolt on her door. “Just like I was fine coming home late from the stables before I met you.”
“But that was before I met that overgrown floor mop that you have for protection.”
She stepped around Frank and into her kitchen. “I also have an alarm system to back up the floor mop.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better, Rayne.”
She heaved her backpack onto the beige granite breakfast bar. “Well, it’s the best I can do.”
“Have you ever considered buying a gun?”
Rayne went to her refrigerator. “Only if I get to use it on you.”
Trent’s deep chuckle made her insides quiver. Removing a carton of orange juice from the refrigerator, she took a few quick sips.
“Now what are you doing?” His voice was strained with curiosity.
She thumped the carton down on the kitchen countertop. “What is it with you and questions?”
“I just want to know how you spend your time when you’re not working.”
“Why?” she challenged, sounding aggravated.
“Rayne, I’m making an effort here. The least you could do is talk to me.”
She silently berated her shortness with the man. If she wanted to make a go of it with him, Rayne knew she needed to open up. “What do you want to know, Trent?”
“How do you spend your evenings at home?”
Rayne spied the open living room that connected to her kitchen and tried to
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