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“Follow me.”
We rode together until my arse was numb, my thighs were aching, and I understood what the term saddle sore meant.
Bloody hell, I was going to be a wreck tomorrow. Maybe I was old.
“I think you’re a natural, Jamie,” Killian said after we’d brushed down our horses and put away the tack as he’d explained it was called.
“You think so?” Pride swelled in my chest. “I always wanted to ride a horse. Ever since I was little.”
“Well, I’m glad I could help you with that.”
“Me too. I was worried you weren’t gonna get your head out of your arse, and I was gonna have to let Sera teach me.”
“She’s an excellent teacher.”
I stopped us as we walked back to the house. “She might be that, but I wanted you to teach me. I think it’s important for us to trust each other.”
“It’s true,” he agreed. “Writing music together creates a special bond. There’s a certain level of trust you have to have.”
“And I think I’ve proven that by letting you put me on a potentially deadly animal that could crush me with one well-placed kick.”
“That might be a bit of a stretch, but yes, he could do some damage.”
I smiled at him, trying to hide the pain I was feeling in my hips and back, and inner thighs, not to mention my balls.
“You okay, rock star?” he asked, a grin in his voice.
“Am I meant to be this sore?”
“Oh yeah. Come on. I’ll draw you a bath. That’ll help.”
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack. I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but my bathroom is the single most amazing room in this house.”
“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”
“Well, allow me.”
He opened the door and led me upstairs. I didn’t take the time to look around the place he called home, aside from taking in the large king-sized bed, neatly made with a deep green plaid duvet on top. He walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light, revealing an enormous egg-shaped bathtub. Across from it was a glass enclosed-shower big enough for two, complete with a bench, which could be very, very nice.
He started the bath, the hot water steaming almost immediately. Then he poured in some deliciously scented salts.
“They’ll help with your muscle aches,” he offered.
I nodded. I was very familiar, and honestly, I was surprised that he cared enough to do that for me. Then, without asking, he poured in a liberal dose of bubbles.
“Bubbles?” I questioned.
“Oh, shit. Sorry. I didn’t ask if you wanted them. I like them.”
Honestly, I was indifferent to bubbles, but it was endearing all the same.
“Bubbles are lovely.”
“There are clean towels in that cupboard there, and if you need anything, just holler.”
“Thanks, Killian. Give me thirty minutes to soak, and I will be right as rain.”
