Remember when you first met that special someone? Here's how Peyton met Jake.
She entered the barn, a big white structure with a center aisle
and stalls on either side. Just inside the door she saw a dark-haired
man dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved, plaid shirt brushing a
pretty chestnut mare.
“Hi,” she called.
The man half turned toward her; wow, he had blue eyes to die for. The blue was so intense that it reminded her of a blue diamond she’d seen at the jewelry store. Oh, and look at those shoulders. If there was one thing she loved, it was a pair of nice shoulders. Yummy. He was just yummy.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice abrupt and snappy.
“I’m Peyton O’Malley. I’m supposed to meet Patrick for a ride.”
“He isn’t here yet. You can sit on the bench under that tree outside and wait for him there.”
Instead of leaving the barn, Peyton stepped toward the man. “What a beautiful ... horse.”
The man quickly averted his face, but Peyton had seen the dreadful red scars that covered the entire left side of his face. They looked like burns. “I told you to wait outside,” he growled, scowling at her with the good side of his face. “Get moving.”
The man half turned toward her; wow, he had blue eyes to die for. The blue was so intense that it reminded her of a blue diamond she’d seen at the jewelry store. Oh, and look at those shoulders. If there was one thing she loved, it was a pair of nice shoulders. Yummy. He was just yummy.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice abrupt and snappy.
“I’m Peyton O’Malley. I’m supposed to meet Patrick for a ride.”
“He isn’t here yet. You can sit on the bench under that tree outside and wait for him there.”
Instead of leaving the barn, Peyton stepped toward the man. “What a beautiful ... horse.”
The man quickly averted his face, but Peyton had seen the dreadful red scars that covered the entire left side of his face. They looked like burns. “I told you to wait outside,” he growled, scowling at her with the good side of his face. “Get moving.”
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