Page 12 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

She frowned with a groan then yawned.

“Can I take photos of you?”

“Sure. Whatever you want.”

“That horse is gorgeous.”

“This is Wild Breeze. He’s a three-year-old Paint. I got him from Lucy, Reid’s fiancée.” Roark stood beside the horse, ran his hand down the leg,making the horse lift it, and then he started working on removing the shoe with the clinch cutter.

“What is that?”

“Clinch cutter—it helps removes the nails.”

When she suddenly snapped the camera, the horse pulled back from Roark and dropped his foot down. “It’s all right, boy.” He ran his hands over the horse to calm him then looked to Priscilla. “Snap some more pictures so he’ll get used to the sound.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think.”

“It’s all right. He’ll get used to it the more you do it around him.” Roark heard her snapping pictures and finally Breeze calmed down. Nodding his head, he picked up the horse’s foot again, put it between his legs, and continued to work on removing the old shoe. Working with nail pullers to loosen the shoe, hefinished removing the nails. After completely removing the old shoe with a shoe puller, he picked up a hoof pick and showed it to Priscilla. “Hoof pick. It cleans out any debris that got trapped under the shoe.”

“Aren’t you afraid he’ll step on your foot?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time. I had one break my toe once. Hurt like a bitch.”

“I can imagine it would but it doesn’t seem to have made you skittish about working with them.”

“Naw, I’ve been around horses all my life. It happens.”

“How many times have you been stepped on?” she asked him.

Roark chuckled. “Too many to count. I’ve been bit and kicked too. Perks of being around horses.”

“I’m always afraid they’ll step on me.”

Roark nodded and continued working on thehoof, trimming, and then fitting it with a new shoe before moving on to another hoof. All the while, he listened as Priscilla took photos. Once he had shoed all four hooves, he straightened up with a stretch of his back to see her standing with her back to him and holding her long hair up on her head.Damn!His eyes skimmed down over her back and down to her sweet-looking ass in her tight jeans. She wore a green tank top. As he watched, she reached into her pocket and plucked something out. He realized it was a hair tie to pull her hair up. She pulled it into a ponytail and wrapped the tie around it. Every time the tie stretched around her hair, his dick stretched with it.

Holy Hell!He did not need this shit.

“I need to shoe a few more horses,” he said as he moved into the doorway beside her. She turned to look up at him and it was like a kick in the gut. Their eyes met and held. Her glasses made her eyes appear even bigger. He looked down to her lips and when she licked them, he groaned and started to lower his head.

“Boss?”

“Shit,” Roark muttered. “In here, Roy. Stall six.”

Roy appeared beside them and his eyes moved back and forth between them. Roark stared at him and raised an eyebrow in question. Roy cleared his throat.

“I wanted to let you know that we need to pick up some feed.”

“We’re low? Okay, call Ash and get some delivered.”

“I did but it will be a few days before he can get a shipment here. He said he’s busy as hell. I told him I could just get it from the feed store, but hewouldn’t hear of it. I just want to make sure we’re good on it since it will be next week before he can get any here. You have a habit of feeding the horses extra oats.”

Roark grinned. “Only when I think they deserve it.”

“Hell, you must think they deserve it every damn day.”

Roark slapped him on the back. “No comment. I’ll go pick some up along with a few salt blocks.”

Roy nodded and after giving Priscilla a courtesy nod, he walked off. Roark turned to look at her.

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