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If I returned, which was a big if, I’d have to go out of state where I knew she didn’t sign up.
Dropping the brush into a bucket, I untied Jerry’s lead and led him back to his stall. He was the last to be brushed down. It was time to fill their hay nets for the night.
I checked my watch. Six-fifteen. I’d probably be out of here by seven, which meant by the time I got home, around seven-thirty, Dad would be in his recliner watching either a ball game or a game show. He’d, hopefully, have had enough to drink to forget that I hadn’t made him any dinner. I worked more than full time to pay the bills, but also as a reason to stay away from the house. I didn’t like it there.
Dad was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, alternating between nice and asshole depending on the day or how much liquor was in his system. I was stashing money away inside a tampon box to eventually move out, but it was slow going. Everything was so expensive and… well, Rod had only validated what Dad said, that I was pretty expendable and useless.
BesidesAvoid the Wilders,my latest motto waskeep your head down and try not to get anyone killed.
It had worked for the past two months since the county fair and Rod had disappeared.
Until my vagina and my nipples took control and I said “Yes” to a stranger who turned out to be CAM WILDER. Rugged. Virile. Ridiculously talented with his mouth and fingers. He’d looked good. Smelled good. Felt good. Felt… safe.
It had taken this whole week for my pussy to stop aching. I’d never been fingered, or had anything else attached to a man, inside me before. He’d shoved that finger in deep and holy crap, it had hurt for a few seconds. But then, it had felt really good. Better thanreally good.Unforgettable.
“Yo, Micah!”
A man called from the open stable doors. The sun had set behind the mountains a little while ago, but twilight would linger for a while yet. I stuck my head out of Jerry’s stall, not expecting anyone.
And Idefinitelywasn’t expectinghim.
It was Cam, making his way down the length of the stalls, a leather bag in hand. Jeans. Sturdy leather boots. A blue button-up that probably made his eyes of the same shade pop.
“I was on my way home and thought–”
He saw me.
Stopped talking. Stopped walking.
“You.”
It was too late to stick my head back in Jerry’s stall and hide.
What was Camdoinghere?
He rushed over, came into the stall, took in the fact that there wasn’t much room with Jerry eyeing us, then took my hand and pulled me out into the central corridor that ran the entire length of the stable. He shut the stall’s half door without looking away from me.
“Red, what the hell? Why’d you leave like that? Are you okay?”
I looked up at him, saw that I’d been right, his eyes were even bluer with that shirt on. Even with the tang of manure and horse, I picked up his clean scent.
I wasn’t sure how it was possible, but he was even more attractive than I remembered. Because all the time we were outside behind the bar, I barely got to see him, it had been that dark. And his face had been between my thighs.
“What are you doing here?” I asked instead of answering his peppered questions.
“Micah called about a lame horse. I’m here to take a look.”
“Micah’s not here. His in-laws are in town and I’m covering for him so they can go out to dinner,” I said, explaining my boss’s absence. “Wait… you’re the vet?”
He nodded, his gaze roving over my face as if cataloging every inch. His hand came up and cupped my jaw. I felt the callouses, the heat of his touch. God, it felt good. My nipples hardened at the innocent contact.
Wait. WAIT. As if Jerry had back kicked me into a water trough, I realized something.
He didn’t know who I was.
Reaching up, I took hold of his wrist and pulled it away.
He frowned. “What’s the matter?”
