Before Pedro could answer, they looked at eachother with raised brows when they heard what sounded like golf balls hitting the roof. While still holding his mug, they walked to the front entrance of the barn and saw the heavy downpour. He turned to her with a smirk.
“I always knew you were smart. Are you sure you don’t want my job?”
“Nope, I still want to be a jockey. I’ve only been doing your job with Cole until you could get here.”
“Well, for what it’s worth, you’re doing a bang-up job.”
“So,” Faith asked, tongue in cheek as they headed back to the office. “What did you think of the horses, especially Buster?” She grinned when he snorted a laugh. “He’s going to be a handful.”
“Yeah, but a good one. I’ll let you read the files on all the horses in this barn, I left them on your desk. The stats for the last two weeks are written on the board on the wall across from your desk. The last entry was yesterday’s.”
He nodded and sat down at his desk, and picked up the first file, ignoring the numbers on the wall across from him for as long as he could. He didn’t want anything to give him any undue influence on the horses in the file. When he looked up at one point, he nodded when he’d seen a sheet had been placed over the numbers. He glanced at Faith and she only shrugged.
“I know how you are.”
“Thank you, Kid.” He went back to reading, not looking up until Myrna walked in, holding a bag out to him.
“What’s this?”
“Lunch,” she said as she set it on his desk. “Laurie returned with my order, and we went over to the house to unload it. I didn’t tell you, but I had her pick up some groceries while she got me other things. I hope you like roast beef?”
“Love it,” he said as he reached for the bag, and he saw three sandwiches, chips, and cookies inside.”
“I’m hungry, but not this hungry.”
“Good, because I packed enough for both of us.” She pulled up a chair, then jumped to her feet and filled a mug of coffee for herself and refilled one for him. As they started to eat, Pedro felt a calm come over him. He hadn’t felt this comfortable with someone in like ever, not even Faith. They continued to eat in silence, and after he finished one sandwich, he picked up the next one and saw she was done.
“Would you like more?”
“No, I’m good.” She took her coffee mug and settled back in her chair, looking at home there.
“Can I ask you something?” Pedro asked several minutes later.
“Sure, what do you want to know?”
He had seen her tense up, and shook his head. “Nothing personal, that’s for when we’re home, andonly if you want to answer. This is something totally different.”
“Oh,” she said, shocked, then looked at him directly, and that’s when he saw the bruising on her face was beginning to fade. “What?” she said to prompt him.
“What did Ball Buster do to you earlier? I was standing outside with Faith, and heard a small scream, then your laughter.”
This time, it went directly to his cock, and he had to adjust his sitting position to make room for his sudden erection. Thankfully, he was sitting behind the desk and she couldn’t see.
“I was in his stall, and he kissed the back of my neck, but it was more like blowing raspberries. It tickled.”
Pedro smiled at the joy on her face, and adjusted his seat again. “Did he steal anything from you?” At her frown, he grinned. “I was in his stall, checking him out, talking to him, and he stole my wallet from my back pocket.”
They shared a laugh, and finished their lunch, then Myrna said she had to get back to work. Pedro watched her leave, and sat there for several more seconds, then sighed heavily, rose to refill his coffee cup, and settled behind the desk to finish reading the files.
CHAPTER 7
Hours later,Pedro sensed someone behind him, and he turned from studying the board he stood before and saw Myrna standing there.
“You okay?” he asked when he saw she looked exhausted.
“Yeah, I was wondering how much longer are you going to work?”
“Why?” He was confused as to why she would ask him that.
