When Janelle turned the corner, Carter was opening a door; with glass of the top half. A large wooden desk sat in the middle of the room with two worn chairs in front and a row of file cabinets along the back wall. An older couch was placed along the other wall."Come on in. Take a seat," Carter said, motioning with his arm to the couch."Thanks." Janelle sat on the end of the sofa and placed the basket on a small table in front. She filled the mugs with steaming coffee and removed the napkins from on top of the rolls. "What do you do in here?""This is where we keep all the breeding records, bloodlines, birth records, like who fathered who. Breeding is a big part of the ranch. Brings in a ton of money. We want strong bloodlines, so we lend out male stud services to someone else's mare to carry on the bloodline at their ranch, for a price of course - usually a big price.""I had no idea it was this involved.""These smell so good, I gotta have one." Carter sat in the middle o
The next day, Janelle stayed in the house, away from the barn and Carter for two reasons. She couldn't guarantee she'd keep her hands off him, and she never wanted to run into Pete again. He gave her the creeps. Her stomach had been in knots the rest of the day.She spent the day browsing through recipes, and making a list of ingredients she needed for grocery shopping. Carter avoided her at dinner and that made her uncomfortable. She couldn't wait to get to her room and breathe freely again.Plopping on the bed, she wished she was with Carter in his cabin or even the office. He intrigued her like no other, and it had been a while since she'd even wanted to be with a man at all. But she had to admit, she wanted Carter.All of him.After sulking a few more minutes, she showered and slid under between the sheets. She looked forward to another riding lesson tomorrow, and this time she'd actually ride the horse.****Janelle woke early, rested and raring to go. She baked oatmea
After she helped Lauren with some laundry and to prepare slow-cooker chili, they shared a quick sandwich for lunch. Janelle changed her tennis shoes for a pair of Lauren's boots and headed to the barn and a riding lesson. "Carter, are you here?" Janelle yelled into the barn.Carter walked out with Pretty Girl saddled and ready to go. "I thought we'd jump right into a ride. I want to show you some amazing views that can only be admired from the back of a horse. Are you ready?" He handed the reins to her and retrieved Goodfellow, from a nearby stall.After a full nose scratch, Janelle said, "Sure, I've never been more ready." Janelle stepped into a stirrup and lifted herself into the saddle, just like Carter had shown her. "I love you, Pretty Girl," she said in a soft tone as she patted the mare's neck. "We're going to have a great ride today, aren't we?""Yes we are." Carter mounted as well. "Okay, I'll be right beside you. Are you good?""Yup, I'm ready." She squeezed her thigh
Carter set two places at the countertop bar in his small kitchen. His cabin offered no space for a dining room. He tossed the salad, prepared the dressing, and marinated the steaks. He built a small fire in the cast-iron stove that served to heat the entire house during the winter. He surveyed the living/kitchen combo for any dirty clothes or dust he may have overlooked, but he saw none.He'd assigned the evening feeding to a couple of reliable hands and allowed extra time to clean his house, especially his bedroom and bath. He looked out the window facing the big house. No Janelle yet, and it was a couple of minutes past six. But women expected to make a special attract-attention entry.As nervous as a teenager on his first date, he paced in front of the fire. When he thought about it, it was his first real date in about two years. His long hours of work had paid off in the growth of the breeding program of the ranch, but his love life had taken a direct hit.At a light knock on
She held a breath as he gazed through the narrowed slits of his darkened blue eyes. And when their lips met, she reveled in their softness and warmth. His kiss grew desperate and hot as his mouth devoured hers and she burned with desire. She wanted his touch, needed him to put out the raging fire burning deep inside, and so much more. She played with his thick hair.He gently lay beside her on the bed, kissing and nipping at her neck, lips, shoulders, and breasts. He couldn't get close enough.Low guttural sounds rose to his lips as he deepened his kiss, and she opened wider for him. He moved his hands up and down her body, spreading heat everywhere he touched. He rested one hand on a breast, lightly squeezed already-erect nipples between his index and thumb. It puckered even more, sending jolts of electric sparks deep inside. She quivered and thrust toward him, wanting more.He flicked his tongue along her neck. She accepted his touch, and a loud moan escaped from kiss-swollen l
Carter couldn't stop whistling, or humming. He closed his eyes and remembered the softness of Janelle's skin, her lips, and her scent unlike any other woman he'd ever been with or known, not that he'd been with very many.He saddled up Pretty Girl and Goodfellow and walked them outside, ready for Janelle's riding lesson. The front door of the house slammed, and Janelle walked toward him. He gulped; she took his breath away. She wore blue jeans with mid-calf cowboy boots and a teal-colored light sweater, a denim jacket over her arm."Hello there, my handsome man." Janelle rose on her tippy toes and kissed his lips.He cupped her neck, tugged her close to him, and plundered her mouth, taking everything she offered. Pretty Girl nickered, and Janelle stepped away, ending the kiss."So, I'm your man?" Carter asked, handing the reins to her."Uh, for now you are, right? While I'm here?"Carter was teasing her but wasn't sure she knew it, so he quickly answered, "Of course I'm you
Janelle sulked in her room and wanted no distractions the rest of the day. She didn't go down for dinner or help with the baby's bath like every other night. Tomorrow was Sunday and dinner with Carter's mother. She'd told him she'd go, and she wasn't backing out now. She merely had to get through tonight.The following morning, Janelle awoke early but unrested after a night of tossing, turning, and dreaming. She felt like baking, always a refuge, but no sharing anything. She dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and headed to the kitchen. On the way down the stairs, she smelled fresh coffee. Somebody was up earlier than her.Chase was dressed in a plaid flannel cowboy shirt with a white T-shirt peeking out at the neck. The snaps across his chest looked ready to pop at any minute. He sat tall, at the breakfast table, his thighs spread wide, sipping from his coffee mug."Morning, Chase. You're up earlier than usual. Everything okay?"Chase eyed her for a moment and then said, "I've got
Marie hustled about in the kitchen and returned with an additional plate. "Here, please join us. You're probably starved if you just arrived at the airport. They don't feed you anything anymore. Sit down right here."Tory sat opposite Janelle and next to Carter."What would you like to drink? Milk? Coffee? Juice? Tea?" Marie asked."Milk will be fine. It smells so good in here. I haven't had a home-cooked meal in so long.""Yes, it was delicious. You've outdone yourself once more." Carter took his plate to the sink and poured himself a cup of coffee."Yes, Marie, thank you so much for dinner. I'll clear the table and help clean up the kitchen." Janelle took her plate and silverware, along with Marie's, to the sink, rinsed them off, and placed them in the dishwasher. She returned to the table with a cup of coffee."Thank you, dear," Marie said, patting her on the shoulder. "I have dessert, and you'll never guess what it is, Carter." Marie's face lit up when she spoke to or a