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I'm screwing up on every front, it seems.
Squeals of laughter draw my attention to the window. The scene outside makes me smile.
Boone has Kit up on Zelda, our slowest, most gentle horse, and she's leading her around the paddock. Kit looks scared to death, but as I watch I can see her gain confidence. Instead of the flowery summer dresses she's worn before, now she's got on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Damn it. She makes that look delicious too.
Boone's holding Zelda’s halter and they take off at a soft trot. As they come around where I can view Kit’s face, I see it’s lit up with happiness. She laughs and I'm jealous. I want to be the one who makes her happy. Makes her throw her head back in delight and let loose with gales of joyful sounds.
Fuck. I'm in a heap of a mess.
I turn my back on the scene outside my window. Then I pull down the black out blinds..
I return to my desk and the computer, and I shut it off. I don't trust myself not to send Peter Brinkman some kind of threatening message.
What the fuck has happened to me?
* * *
KIT
Wow. Life in the country is tiring. I shower and put on my pajamas then slip between the covers of the bed in my opulent guest room. My gaze goes to the big leather couch by the window, the one where Adam sucked on my clit until I came in a powerful orgasm that sent me to the moon and back.
No. Stop it.
I roll over and turn away from the sofa and all those memories. It's been three days since I've seen Adam at all. It seems the family lunch on the day I arrived wasn't the usual with everyone busy on the ranch, but dinner is at 6:30 every night and no one misses it. Though Adam has. Midge says she's been taking a tray to him in his office.
No one else appears to think this is unusual. And now that I know more about the holdings of the Starr family, I can understand why there's probably a lot for him to do.
Or he could be avoiding me.
That thought hurts more than I care to admit.
I've caught myself glancing around when I'm out with Boone, looking for him and hoping I catch a glimpse of his broad shoulders and brooding eyes. But, he's all but vanished.
I toss some more but sleep isn't happening.
I wonder if there's some of Midge's strawberry freezer pie left?
If I can't sleep, I might as well eat. Ranch life burns a lot of calories too. I climb out of bed and don my robe and slippers. Though the house is massive, I have at least learned my way between my room and the kitchen, which is the most important place in any house.
Pausing in the hallway, I stare across the hall at Adam's door. I imagine him in his bed, naked. Me on top. Or him on top. Or side by side.
Oh fuck.
I hurry down the hall before I do something even more stupid than I already have.
Honestly, I have got to get my head out of my ass.
I'm sure the pie will help.
I turn the corner into the kitchen and make a beeline for the fridge. There's a small light coming from that direction and I realize, too late, I'm not the only one in search of a midnight snack.
A tall figure rises up out of the appliance and closes the door.
Adam. With the pie in his hand.
I take a step back, but he sees me and halts. His visage softens and he gives me a smile that does ridiculous things to my insides.
