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It’s a text froan?

Suspicious now, I glance around the kitchen at the wooing on, and he’d sent le of female hormones

I don’t hesitate, typing back quickly She’s great In fact, I convinced her to divorce you and marry me

Not funny, dude, he replies

Laughing, I tuckto respond My silence will irritate the shit out of hi for Tacker by the paddock closest to the long driveway off the ht today, so I’ to intercept him

I’ what looks to be a sparkling new truck He sees side the paddock

Tacker exits his truck and rounds the front to meet me I’m pleased to see an easy smile on his face He’s already such a different person in just a few short weeks He has o, but he’d absolutely made it over a major hump

“You’re driving,” I note, nodding toward the truck

He glances at it “Yeah… my attorney advised me to plead to a careless and reckless I have to take a substance abuse and safe-driving course, but I es back”

“That’s great,” I say, starting toward the paddock gate Tacker follows “We’re going to work out here today”

“With a horse?” he asks, his tone not quite fearful but not happy either

“No, with a two-headed pig,” I tease with a laugh

“Strangely, I’d be more comfortable with that,” he mutters

With perfect tiht by her lead She plods placidly along behind hiht fro

“What are you up to today?” Tacker asks in greeting