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There have been plenty of scenarios in my life where that theory has proven true, but in none of them did I fly ass-over-head, only to land at the feet of my maker.
Holy heaven.
I blink through a mass of black spots clouding my vision to find a feminine blur racing across the field.
Turns out, God’s a woman, and she’s fucking sexy.
I groan at the pain radiating from my ankle to my hip, and I fight it with everything I’ve got before a strangled shout crawls its way up my throat.
Sparrow lowers her snout to my face, sniffing and nudging me with her soft nose.
“Yup. I’m sending you… to the dog food… factory.” I attempt, and fail, to sit up.
The mare rears her head back, whinnying and lightly stamping her feet.
“Holy shit,” the woman’s voice breaks through the void of pain.
Wait. I know that voice.
I blink a few more times for good measure.
I recognize that face, too.
A plush pink robe flutters in the breeze, giving me a perfect view of supple, squeezable thighs. Her hair is loose, curtaining her cheeks when she falls to her knees beside me. And now I’m groaning for another reason entirely.
She doesn’t seem to notice that from where I lie, I’m getting a full glimpse of her black lace panties.
I force my eyes shut, threatening my dick to behave and to stop pumping filthy activities with our hot new neighbor directly to my brain.
“Sir, are you—” The rest of her thought freezes on her tongue as she clamps it behind a pair of pretty pink lips. I shouldn’t be staring at her so intently, but where her hair was tightly pinned back yesterday, it flows in dark golden waves across her shoulders today.
She yanks my hat off my head. “You.”
Just like at the café, disdain and irritation drip from the word, but I’m still clueless as to what I’ve done to provoke her.
“Me,” I grit through the throbbing in my lower leg.
Sparrow’s tail swishes from where she stands, eying the woman innocently as if she didn’t just throw me from her back and possibly break my ankle.
“How?” Light brown brows cut over a pair of sinfully rich brown eyes. She shakes her head. “What are you doing here, I mean.”
This time, my efforts to sit are successful.
I mean to answer, but as I pat myself down and further assess my injury, a hiss slides between my teeth.
“Careful,” she says, shocking the hell out of me when she reaches to support my leg.
The thick robe she wears soaks up the heat from the afternoon sun, gracing my lower half with warmth as her middle brushes across me.
“Shit.” The curse word chinks her icy armor. Fresh citrus filters through my lungs, hijacking my senses before slamming into my groin. “I should call someone.”
“Don’t bother.” I shift, but she pins me in place with a hand above my knee.
“A woman named Penelope lives nearby. Maybe she can help.”
It’s hard to conceal my surprise at the mention of my cousin. She must have already introduced herself, but there’s no way in hell I’m calling her. Pen won’t ever let me live this down, and I don’t need her mothering me any more than she already does.
When the woman moves to stand, I instinctually grab her wrist, my pulse pounding at the contact. She turns a curious brow, but I won’t relent. “No.”
