She sat up slowly, pushing the covers aside and crossing the room. When she drew back the curtain, the view stole what little breath she had left.
The land was endless.
Rolling into the distance beneath a pale blue sky just beginning to warm with the rising sun. And there—moving like shadows brought to life—horses.
Dozens of them.
Wild. Powerful. Free.
“Oh my God…” she whispered.
A soft knock sounded behind her and her door opened a crack.
“Thought you might be up. Can I come in?”
“And see me without makeup?” She looked down at herself, her short gingham sleepwear exposing her legs.
“You don’t wear makeup,” Brew answered with laughter.
She ran her fingers through her hair and exhaled.
“Come in,” she surrendered with a sigh.
His eyes scanned over her and bright with humor.
“You sure do look cute to me.”
“Oh shush.”
He leaned casually in the doorway, already dressed, already at ease in this world in a way that made everything about him feel different. His persona was rustically manly – not that he wasn’t manly before but, in a more refined way.
She was tempted to reach out and run her hands over the denim shirt he wore. It fitted him like a second skin, defining the sculptedmuscles of his pecs and biceps. His jeans were clean but worn and defined what the good Lord gave him sumptuously.
Lord, more patience please, her inner-voice begged.
She forced herself to look away without licking her lips and pointed outside her window.
“You didn’t tell me it would look like this,” she said.
He stepped inside, following her gaze.
“Would you have believed me if I did?”
She shook her head slowly.
“No. The Lord sure did put His all into creating this land.”
A quiet smile touched his lips.
“Come on. I want to show you around before the day gets busy.”
“Can I at least put some jeans on ... Geez Louise,” she blustered.
He chuckled, turned about and darted down the hallway relaying.
“Horses are awaitin’. I’ll meet you outside.”
She stopped abruptly and yelled, “Horses!”
