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It’s over 100 miles

Jonathan

We don’t have to do it all

Connor

It’s hilly

Shits almost ninety degrees

Itch

Its

Jonathan

TMI

Connor

I meant the temperature

And You honestly think you’ll want to cycle after riding my stallion

Jonathan

We can’t do that in your parents’ house

Wait are you talking about a real horse

Connor snapped a photo of the view between Cashew’s ears, looking at the ground. Cashew was only an average-sized quarter-horse, about fifteen hands tall, but the phone camera made the ground look farther away.

No need to mention that he was also a gelding.

Cashew’s ears looked good in the photo, but maybe he should take one with his own gloved hand in the image, showing his wrist over the top of the scuffed leather.

Connor

See for yourself

He sent both photos.

Connor

Have you ridden before

Jonathan

I’m going to be intentionally vague about my answer

Connor

We have a pony for you

Jonathan

I read a romance where the ex-hockey player had a pony on his family farm.