Nutmeg was wonderful and exactly what she needed to get her mind off of the way Sam had made her feel. She loved this horse and the sense of freedom he gave her as they rode together . When it was time to return to the stable , she wasn’t ready , wanting to hide for a lot longer . The possibility of running into Sam was too embarrassing.
The horse had to take priority though. He was worn out and needed some water. It was also too cold outside to let him start shivering because of the sweat from his run.
She cooled Nutmeg down , walking him around the yards and along the fence line , then gave him a long rub down before patting him back into his stall. He was grateful for the ride and happy when she gave him a huge bucket of oats. The other horses were all ready for her attention as well and she took Ginger out next. She wasn’t as fast, but she was strong and more than willing. Since Nutmeg had taken all the fight out, riding Ginger was just enjoyable. She laughed as Ginger pranced through the winter grasses, galloping through the hilltops. Where Nutmeg was speed, Ginger was all bounce and prancing. Goodness she was a beauty!
Cinnamon was next but by that point, Chloe wasn’t sure she could take her out for a long ride. They still went down one of the paths but at a much more sedate speed than the previous two rides. She felt bad for Salt and Pepper, both of whom had been peering over the edge of their stalls, ready for their ride. She’d take them out for a long ride tomorrow, and bring extra apples for all of them.
Cinnamon was perfect for taking pictures though. She led the horse through some of her favorite pathways and, with the dimming lights, she was able to capture several startling pictures of the sun shining through the winter bare trees.
At least she hoped she had been able to capture the scene . She didn’t have a printer that would allow her to print them out so she c ould have instant review, but she’d had pretty good success with her digital camera in the past. She also had several pictures she’d taken on weekends while in New York that she hadn’t had time to review so this memory card might be filled with some good selections.
The afternoon was getting late when she finally returned. She was cleaning out their stalls that evening, talking to them as they nuzzled her neck or nudged her gently. All of them were very playful and she laughed as she sprinkled fresh hay around them for the evening.
She struggled to fa ll asleep that night, eager to put the whole day behind her but her mind was working overtime, going through the day and her business plan, problems with her dad and with Sam . She prayed that she was too tired to dream.
But as she drifted off, her last thought was about how she wished she were curled up with Sam beside her, keeping her warm.
Morning was early the next day, Chloe having woken up with the sheets and blanket all tangled around her because of the dream where she was making hot, passionate love to Sam an d he was making her scream. She wasn’t sure, but she suspected that she’d actually woken herself up with her cries.
The house was warmer than what she was used to since she’d hadn’t turn ed the thermostat back down completely from the previous day when Sam was here. Since it was so cozy and warm, and it felt so deliciously decadent, she didn’t immediately turn it back down. Instead, she enjoyed a leisurely morning, sipping her coffee and nibbling at a piece of toast, the only thing she knew how to cook without burning. She topped off her meal with an apple, then stuffed several into her coat pocket to take to her beauties.
She stopped by her own stable , still thinking it wasn’t such a bad idea to get this place up and running. It was only a fifteen minute drive to Sam’s house, but that was because she had to go the road way. She could actually
The horse had to take priority though. He was worn out and needed some water. It was also too cold outside to let him start shivering because of the sweat from his run.
She cooled Nutmeg down , walking him around the yards and along the fence line , then gave him a long rub down before patting him back into his stall. He was grateful for the ride and happy when she gave him a huge bucket of oats. The other horses were all ready for her attention as well and she took Ginger out next. She wasn’t as fast, but she was strong and more than willing. Since Nutmeg had taken all the fight out, riding Ginger was just enjoyable. She laughed as Ginger pranced through the winter grasses, galloping through the hilltops. Where Nutmeg was speed, Ginger was all bounce and prancing. Goodness she was a beauty!
Cinnamon was next but by that point, Chloe wasn’t sure she could take her out for a long ride. They still went down one of the paths but at a much more sedate speed than the previous two rides. She felt bad for Salt and Pepper, both of whom had been peering over the edge of their stalls, ready for their ride. She’d take them out for a long ride tomorrow, and bring extra apples for all of them.
Cinnamon was perfect for taking pictures though. She led the horse through some of her favorite pathways and, with the dimming lights, she was able to capture several startling pictures of the sun shining through the winter bare trees.
At least she hoped she had been able to capture the scene . She didn’t have a printer that would allow her to print them out so she c ould have instant review, but she’d had pretty good success with her digital camera in the past. She also had several pictures she’d taken on weekends while in New York that she hadn’t had time to review so this memory card might be filled with some good selections.
The afternoon was getting late when she finally returned. She was cleaning out their stalls that evening, talking to them as they nuzzled her neck or nudged her gently. All of them were very playful and she laughed as she sprinkled fresh hay around them for the evening.
She struggled to fa ll asleep that night, eager to put the whole day behind her but her mind was working overtime, going through the day and her business plan, problems with her dad and with Sam . She prayed that she was too tired to dream.
But as she drifted off, her last thought was about how she wished she were curled up with Sam beside her, keeping her warm.
Morning was early the next day, Chloe having woken up with the sheets and blanket all tangled around her because of the dream where she was making hot, passionate love to Sam an d he was making her scream. She wasn’t sure, but she suspected that she’d actually woken herself up with her cries.
The house was warmer than what she was used to since she’d hadn’t turn ed the thermostat back down completely from the previous day when Sam was here. Since it was so cozy and warm, and it felt so deliciously decadent, she didn’t immediately turn it back down. Instead, she enjoyed a leisurely morning, sipping her coffee and nibbling at a piece of toast, the only thing she knew how to cook without burning. She topped off her meal with an apple, then stuffed several into her coat pocket to take to her beauties.
She stopped by her own stable , still thinking it wasn’t such a bad idea to get this place up and running. It was only a fifteen minute drive to Sam’s house, but that was because she had to go the road way. She could actually
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