the bag. “He doesn’t work on the weekends.”
“And you both do?”
“Sometimes, it’s twenty-four-seven.” Tom bit into his donut and moaned. “Are you planning on spending just the morning?”
I frowned. “I don’t know. Why?”
“Just trying to decide what tasks we should put you on.” He winked.
“Hey! Don’t push it. I might like helping, but demand too much of me and I might not come anymore.”
“Tom, take it easy on her,” Garrett said. “We don’t want her to leave.”
“Right,” Tom said. He picked up his cup and took another donut from the bag. “Well, I’ve got to finish cleaning saddles.” He walked to the door.
“Wait,” I called. He stopped in the doorway. “What should I start with?”
He shrugged. “If Garrett doesn’t tell you what to do, look for me when you’re done with your breakfast and I’ll find something.”
He left and I turned to Garrett. “What was that about?”
Garrett shrugged, taking the seat across the desk. “Beats me.” He took a big bite from his scone. “These are good. I agree with Tom. You should skip classes and bring breakfast for us.”
I scrunched my nose, as if the idea repulsed me, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I loved being here. I wish I had planned on having classes only during the morning or the afternoon, so I could spend half of my day here.
“You always arrive this early?” I asked.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and I followed his gaze. It was not even eight in the morning, and he and Tom were deep into tasks when I got here.
“Yes. Though we come even earlier during the week.” He sipped his coffee. “We don’t leave before eight at night. Actually, I probably stay here until past ten.”
“And you still manage to party. I’m impressed.”
He stared at me, an amused expression on his pretty face. “I impress myself.”
I squinted. “Please, you’re not full of yourself too, are you?”
He tilted his head. “Who else is full of himself?”
“Your brother. Well, half-brother.”
“Oh yeah, he is. I don’t hold a candle to him in that aspect.”
In that aspect. What aspect did he hold a candle to Jonah? Good looks? Check. Athletic body? Check. Mysterious demeanor? Check. Powerful eyes? Check. Way to make me tingle? Check. However, I doubted he was talking about any of those.
“I don’t get you,” I muttered.
“I don’t get you either.”
I smiled and he showed me that lopsided, closed-mouth grin of his. I bet he was even more handsome with a full-fledged smile. For some reason, I wanted to make him show me one. How? I didn’t know.
“Well, do you want to get me?” I asked. He quirked an eyebrow at me, and heat flooded my cheeks. “You know what I mean. If you’re curious about something, ask. I have nothing to hide.”
He threw his empty cup in the trash can under the desk, stood, and walked around the desk, his eyes on me.
I gulped. Noticing he wasn’t stopping, I stepped back. He continued coming. I took another step back. And another, and another, until my back was against a tall shelf and Garrett was right in front of me. He raised one arm, grasping the shelf behind my head, and leaned in. I inhaled deeply.
“I like the whole mystery thing,” he muttered, his breath washing over my face. It smelled of coffee, cinnamon, and mint, as if he had chewing gum before I got here. And I got a sniff of his scent too. Woodsy, spicy, and just his. I took a deep breath, leaning closer to him. He stood still, but his eyes flicked to my lips.
I placed a hand on his chest and I swear I heard a low growl coming from his throat.
A loud crash rattled the walls, and Garrett jumped away from me.
“Oh crap,” Tom cursed.
Without looking at me, Garrett rushed out of the office. “Everything all right, Tom?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I heard Tom saying from the stable main corridor. “Just knocked a wall down.”
“What?” Garrett asked, his voice a higher pitch.
I took a
“And you both do?”
“Sometimes, it’s twenty-four-seven.” Tom bit into his donut and moaned. “Are you planning on spending just the morning?”
I frowned. “I don’t know. Why?”
“Just trying to decide what tasks we should put you on.” He winked.
“Hey! Don’t push it. I might like helping, but demand too much of me and I might not come anymore.”
“Tom, take it easy on her,” Garrett said. “We don’t want her to leave.”
“Right,” Tom said. He picked up his cup and took another donut from the bag. “Well, I’ve got to finish cleaning saddles.” He walked to the door.
“Wait,” I called. He stopped in the doorway. “What should I start with?”
He shrugged. “If Garrett doesn’t tell you what to do, look for me when you’re done with your breakfast and I’ll find something.”
He left and I turned to Garrett. “What was that about?”
Garrett shrugged, taking the seat across the desk. “Beats me.” He took a big bite from his scone. “These are good. I agree with Tom. You should skip classes and bring breakfast for us.”
I scrunched my nose, as if the idea repulsed me, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I loved being here. I wish I had planned on having classes only during the morning or the afternoon, so I could spend half of my day here.
“You always arrive this early?” I asked.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and I followed his gaze. It was not even eight in the morning, and he and Tom were deep into tasks when I got here.
“Yes. Though we come even earlier during the week.” He sipped his coffee. “We don’t leave before eight at night. Actually, I probably stay here until past ten.”
“And you still manage to party. I’m impressed.”
He stared at me, an amused expression on his pretty face. “I impress myself.”
I squinted. “Please, you’re not full of yourself too, are you?”
He tilted his head. “Who else is full of himself?”
“Your brother. Well, half-brother.”
“Oh yeah, he is. I don’t hold a candle to him in that aspect.”
In that aspect. What aspect did he hold a candle to Jonah? Good looks? Check. Athletic body? Check. Mysterious demeanor? Check. Powerful eyes? Check. Way to make me tingle? Check. However, I doubted he was talking about any of those.
“I don’t get you,” I muttered.
“I don’t get you either.”
I smiled and he showed me that lopsided, closed-mouth grin of his. I bet he was even more handsome with a full-fledged smile. For some reason, I wanted to make him show me one. How? I didn’t know.
“Well, do you want to get me?” I asked. He quirked an eyebrow at me, and heat flooded my cheeks. “You know what I mean. If you’re curious about something, ask. I have nothing to hide.”
He threw his empty cup in the trash can under the desk, stood, and walked around the desk, his eyes on me.
I gulped. Noticing he wasn’t stopping, I stepped back. He continued coming. I took another step back. And another, and another, until my back was against a tall shelf and Garrett was right in front of me. He raised one arm, grasping the shelf behind my head, and leaned in. I inhaled deeply.
“I like the whole mystery thing,” he muttered, his breath washing over my face. It smelled of coffee, cinnamon, and mint, as if he had chewing gum before I got here. And I got a sniff of his scent too. Woodsy, spicy, and just his. I took a deep breath, leaning closer to him. He stood still, but his eyes flicked to my lips.
I placed a hand on his chest and I swear I heard a low growl coming from his throat.
A loud crash rattled the walls, and Garrett jumped away from me.
“Oh crap,” Tom cursed.
Without looking at me, Garrett rushed out of the office. “Everything all right, Tom?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I heard Tom saying from the stable main corridor. “Just knocked a wall down.”
“What?” Garrett asked, his voice a higher pitch.
I took a
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