Page 3 of Sara’s Dom (The Doms of Madison County)

Although he hadn’t been looking for a woman, it’s possible this one had just dropped into his lap. Now, he needed to know if she wanted to get to know him.

First, he wanted to make sure he was ready to take a chance at romance again.

Chapter Two

The next morning, Grant pulled into the ranch and then backed the trailer up to the stables. He got out and looked around at all the activity. Several people were brushing horses or leading them.

He couldn’t see Tiffany, so he made his way into the stables. He grunted when a small person ran into him. He grabbed onto her shoulders to keep her from falling.

“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” she asked.

He chuckled. He was a foot taller than her and outweighed her by close to a hundred pounds, and she was worried she’d hurt him. “No. Did I hurtyou?”

He watched her think about it for a moment and then shook her head.

“No, I’m good.”

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m not in a hurry.”

“So why run?”

“I get more done that way,” she said and grinned. “You can let go of me now.”

He reluctantly released her and took a step back. He studied her expression. Although Tiffany had told him Sara was sad to see her go, she hid it. She kept a smile on her face, but he caught a shadow in her eyes.

“Tiffany has her. She’s brushing her down,” Sara said.

“How old are you?”

She sputtered and then laughed. “I don’t think you’re supposed to ask a woman that or how much she weighs.”

He shrugged. “I was never good at following rules.”

She adorably wrinkled her nose. “Forty-seven.”

He tried to find anything that would show her age, but she looked like she was twenty.

“I’m sure you’ve been told you look younger?”

She nodded and grinned. “Yes, a few times. I take care of myself and have good genes.”

“Well, you’re doing a hell of a job.”

He watched her blush, and he wondered how someone her age still felt embarrassed at compliments.

“Thank you. Tiff is in the stables.”

“All right.”

She paused for a moment and then waved. “Have a good day.”

He stopped her when she got a few feet away.

“Tiffany says you love Dream Catcher?” he asked.

She turned, and he frowned at the mask of indifference she tried to show. “She’s a beautiful horse. You’ll enjoy her.”

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