Page 7 of Affair
And letting him go was going to suck.
Big-time.
Even now, the man was amazing, and he only hoped that he’d healed enough so that soon, he’d see that for himself when he looked in the mirror.
Honestly, Poe was proud of him.
This man was tenacious, strong, and tough in ways that should make him feel invincible.
Gamble was one of a kind.
One in a million.
Standing in the doorway of the barn on his equine therapy farm, Poe was checking on the man.
Keeping an eye on him was his job—or that’s what he continually told himself. In all actuality, he was admiring the man, and thinking about what his life was going to be like when Gamble was no longer here.
It.
Would.
Suck.
Now, Gamble was helping him with some of the animal chores to keep his mind busy, and rebuild his strength for when he left.
Today, he was brushing the horses.
Snow.
King.
Diablo.
Honey.
Poe noticed that was his favorite chore of all. The man doted on them, giving them a rubdown they truly loved.
With each stroke of the brush, his hands glided over them, and he spoke to each one like they were special.
Lucky horses.
Truthfully, Poe was jealous of them. He really wished Gamble would touch him the way he touched the horses.
The way his hands would feel on his body…
Only, that was neither here nor there.
As for the beasts, Poe knew the truth.
The man played favorites.
Diablo was that horse that saved him, and that’s why when Gamble was done with therapy, Poe was giving him his brother’s horse to take with him wherever he went in the world.
The stallion belonged with him, and he’d go with him to keep him connected to his therapy. Maybe, if Poe was lucky, the man would think about him too.
That was his hope.
Realistically, Gamble could afford the care needed to take care of a horse like Diablo.
