Men will say a lot of things when they’re thinking with their dick.
Seriously?
You mean, I should sleep with him?
Her response comes immediately.
It’s not a big deal. It happens all the time, and if he’s half as sexy as he looks in his photos… win-win.
Win-win.
I drop my phone on the bed, unable or unwilling to respond to her last message. Brooke might not think it’s a big deal to sleep with someone for a story, but I do. There are some lines I’m not willing to cross.
Not even if Cash Thorne makes me feel things with a simple look that should come with a warning label.
Chapter Three
Cash
The mare’s been skittish all morning. Ears flicking back at every little sound and gust of wind, jumpy at the slightest touch. I move slow and steady, letting her circle the pen until she starts to settle the way I knew she would.
It’s about trust. It always comes down to trust.
People like to think there’s some big secret when it comes to training horses, but at the end of the day, it’s about building a relationship with the animal. When they learn they can trust you, that’s when it all clicks.
I suppose not every human is inherently trustworthy, though. A lesson I’ve learned quite well.
Just another reason why I prefer horses to most humans.
I’m so focused on Chestnut, I don’t noticeherright away.
“Morning,” comes a soft voice behind me.
When I glance over my shoulder, my gut clenches, and my cock twitches in my jeans.
Kali Collins.
She’s leaning on the rail, bundled in a slightly more appropriate jacket and boots that make her look like she’s headed out on a hike instead of a day at the ranch. At least she doesn’t look like she’s going to slip and fall with every step.
Her long dark hair is tied back in a braid. Her eyes are bright and her lips…
Dammit.
I have no business looking at this woman, thinking the things I’m thinking.
She’s a reporter.
The enemy.
And I’d do well to remember that.
Regardless of the dreams that had filled my night and woken me with a raging hard-on.
Or maybe that’sexactlywhy I should remember exactly who Kali Collins is.
“Morning,” I say carefully.
She smiles. “I thought maybe I could watch you work this morning,” she says. “I promise you won’t even know I’m here.”
