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Brett watched them stroll to the truck, climb in, and then drive off. He entered the house and strode to the office. He had a few designs to work on, and then he’d relax.
Sitting at the drawing table, he wondered what JoJo was doing. He didn’t know what time her father’s birthday party was, but he hoped he would hear from her.
He would invite her to his home for dinner and hoped she would come.
Staring out the window, he saw the sun glistening off the pool’s water. It would be a hot day, maybe he’d take a swim later. He hadn’t used it yet, but he’d always enjoyed swimming. It was about the only exercise, other than horseback riding, that engages every muscle in your body. Some people had no idea how rigorous horse riding could be, but it didn’t take long to discover once they rode for the first time.
Hell, he didn’t even know if JoJo knew how to ride. He’d have to ask her before suggesting it.
Brett got off the chair, moved to his desk, and opened the computer. He looked at ads for horses for sale and chuckled. It would take him days to go through all the ads. Taking his cellphone from his pocket, he called Riley.
“Hey, Brett,” Riley said when he answered.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Not at all. What’s up?”
“I want to buy a few horses—”
“I don’t sell horses.” Riley chuckled.
“You know, if I’d known how much more of a smartass you’d become by moving back here, I wouldn’t have done my damnedest to change your mind.”
Riley laughed. “What are you saying?”
“You know damn well what I’m saying.”
“Sorry, couldn’t resist. So, you’re looking for horses to buy?”
“Yes. Do you know anyone who sells them and won’t try to rob me?”
“Sure. Holt James sells Morgans, Ryder Wolfe, here in Clifton, and Lucy Callahan, in Spring City, sell Paints. Kaden Taylor sells Quarter horses and Appaloosas. All are exceptional breeders. The horses aren’t cheap, but they have excellent bloodlines. Oh, and there’s an equine sanctuary in Hartland. Brayden Beckett takes abused animals in and works with them to get them to where they can trust again. It’s called MERAS. Check it out too.”
“Will do. I appreciate it. I’ll check into them.”
“Tell them you know me—”
“Hell, no. They’d double the price.” Brett grinned when Riley chuckled.
“Have a nice Saturday, Brett. Talk soon.”
“Yep.” He disconnected.
An hour later, Brett drove to Ryder Wolfe’s ranch, and he might head to the sanctuary. He hated anyone abusing animals and was more than willing to buy some and donate to help the place.
When he left Ryder’s, he was happy with the two Paints he bought. Ryder would deliver them later today. They shook hands, and Brett got into his truck and headed home. He’d wait until he got a horse trailer before going to the sanctuary. He didn’t expect them to deliver, and it was good to have a trailer if you owned horses.
Once he returned home, he entered the house through the garage, went to his bedroom, and stripped off his clothes. He had trunks, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like it was the first time he skinny-dipped. It was too hot to worry about that.
He entered the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and headed for his bedroom’s French doors. He opened a door, stepped out, placed the towel at the pool’s edge, set his cellphone on it, and dove into the water.
He swam underwater for almost the entire length of the pool. When he reached the other end, he put his arms on the edge, shook his head to dispel the water from his hair, and slicked it back with his hands.
Brett turned, dove under the water, and did a few laps. When he finished for a while, he hoisted himself out of the pool, checked his phone to see no calls, and picked up the towel to dry off.
He entered the bedroom, then the bathroom to shower and remove chlorine from his hair. He’d hoped he would hear from JoJo by now.
“Don’t act like a lovesick teenager. You’re a grown-ass man. She’s busy,” he chastised himself.
