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I just laughed. “So tell me what X said.”
“That he was surprised I hadn’t called him sooner, that he never expected me to do this without any help.”
I bit my lip to hold in a laugh, but Grant glared at me like he knew.
“You don’t like to accept help.”
“Maybe I don’t, but X assigned me to run this ranch, and I wanted to run it myself.”
“Without any assistance from him or anyone else?”
“I have my brothers.”
“And TJ.”
Grant huffed.
“He’s not so bad.”
“Tell Rhys that.”
“Rhys… Never mind.”
“Wants to fuck his brains out. I know.”
I laughed at the disgusted look on Grant’s face.
“What else did X say?”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“Interesting.”
“Jacob.”
I smiled up at him. “I’ll drop it for now, but I won’t let you try to do this on your own anymore.”
We reached the barn, and Grant surprised me by trusting me to tack up Biscuit on my own while he did the same for his horse, Zion.
I managed the job almost entirely by myself, and the few times I had questions, Grant gently guided me to the right answer and let me do the work on my own.
Instead of using mounting blocks, he effortlessly lifted me high enough that I could swing my leg over Biscuit’s back.
I didn’t think I’d ever stop being turned on by the way he manhandled me so easily. I had to focus on gripping the reins properly to keep from fixating on how his hands felt on my waist and how much I wanted to lean back into his heat instead of climbing onto the horse.
I wasn’t about to deny Grant the chance to take me on a ride around the ranch, but I sure as hell hoped he planned to finish what we’d started when we were done. I didn’t care if it happened in the tack room, a stall, the hay loft, or anywhere else. I just wanted him.
Grant kept his mount’s pace slow, and Biscuit followed right along beside him. I longed to see Grant galloping over the fields on his beautiful horse, but I knew I wasn’t ready to keep up yet. Maybe one day we could race, and…
I shouldn’t be planning the future. I needed to enjoy what I had right then. I was on a horse, and I was with a sexy man who was the protector I’d never had.
“You’re thinking too much,” Grant said.
“Aren’t you always doing that?”
“I’m not sure I like how well you’ve learned to read me.”
“So I’m right?
