of pine and leather.
He made a clicking sound and moved the reins. Thunder turned and walked, and she felt the animal’s hardness against her, rocking…rocking…
“A couple more times and then we’ll take a slow ride on the Chisholm Trail,” he said.
His voice was low and seductive in her ear. She wanted to lean her head back on his chest and feel the vibration of his deep voice passing through her.
Instead, she struggled to take her mind off him.
She finally found her voice. “I’d like to ride the Chisholm Trail.”
“We also have the Santa Fe Trail and the Dixon Trail and a couple more. They go up in level of difficulty. Guests can only go on the trails I approve them for. The cowboys who work here get a copy of my list each morning, and it’s posted in the bunkhouse. No one can go to the next trail unless I pass them.”
Jake Dixon ran a tight ranch, and against her better judgment she was starting to like him.
But she still wasn’t sure she could trust him with her son.
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