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I don’t even kno the guy fits partying into his schedule, he seems like he’s always in one place with a hand in another

Callan is at a polo match on Friday afternoon when I need to deliver some printouts he requested to review over the weekend

I arrive during the middle of theover my boss He rides a black horse named Kaz, and when the match ends, I follow him to the stables He hops off and leads his stallion into the stall, wearing riding boots and tight pants that put the sexy butts of baseball men to shame

"I miss Sara," I say as he pats his horse’s neck

He unbuckles the saddle, ad the aniuy who can take care of horses and ride theuy does He raises his brow "Sara?"

I add, "My pinto nals to a lovely white mare in the stall next to Kaz’s

"Can we ride them?"

We end up riding them in one of the pens, and I wear out poor Tinkerbell as Callan and Kaz chase us around I re Sara over the meadow in the back of my home, and how free I felt That same freedom rushes in my veins as I thunder with the uy I’ after me

I feel oddly aroused and breathless by the tie Rover in the parking lot He drives e for a business dinner

Ilike he asked, and I expect to find so half-naked around somewhere I’m surprised that there isn’t Only his naked body on the bed, covered by a sheet

For awhat to do, but the AC is at full blast and for soo and pull the sheet a little higher

He rolls over, stirring awake I slowly step back, flushing over being caught

"I was supposed to htstand

He shifts up on one ar with the ht coffee," I add, flushing harder