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“I’ll bring one with me next time.”

“Smart man.”

He chuckled, making her smile. She reached for the shampoo, squirted some into her hand, and applied it to her hair, but Liam washed it, and she thought it was so sexy.

After their shower, they had breakfast and walked to the barn on his property. She loved holding his hand as they walked along the path. They entered the barn and walked down the aisle.

“You can pick any horse except mine, but they’re gentle.”

“Okay. Which one is yours?”

“Third stall on the right. Diablo.”

“This horse is so pretty,” she said as she rubbed the nose of a brown and white Paint.

“That’s Butterscotch. She’s a good horse.”

“I’ll take her.”

“All right. I’ll get the tack.”

Siobhan watched him stroll along the barn and then entered a room. She rubbed Butterscotch’s nose.

“You’re so pretty, and you’re so lucky to have Liam love you.”

Liam carried a saddle, blanket, and reins from the tack room. He hung them on a rail, then reentered the room to get the rest of the tack. Then he led his horse into the aisle and Siobhan couldn’t help but gasp at the beautiful animal.

“He’s beautiful.” The horse was solid black without a speck of another color.

“Yes, and he knows it. He’s shameful around the mares.”

Siobhan laughed. “If you got it, flaunt it.”

Liam chuckled and nodded. “Why not?”

Once the horses were saddled, Siobhan watched Liam grab the saddle horn and vault into the saddle without using the stirrups. She shook her head. She’d never be able to do that.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” He frowned at her.

“Get in the saddle like that.”

Liam grinned. “Darlin’, I’ve been riding since I was in diapers.”

She smiled and nodded. No way would she tell him she thought it was sexier as hell. Real cowboy. They rode from the barn. Siobhan followed him and couldn’t keep her eyes off his broad back.

“You’re asking for a heartache,” she muttered.

“Did you say something?”

“Not to you.” She smiled when he pulled the horse to a stop and turned in the saddle to look at her.

“Are you talking to yourself?”

“Why not? I have some great conversations with myself.” She laughed when he chuckled.

“I’m sure. We’ll ride to the pond and do a little fishing.”

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