there wasnât enough land for a horse. Even if my father had bought one, he couldnât afford to stable it.â
Jake couldnât imagine growing up without horses and cattle. He needed wide-open spaces. âOut here, just about every kid grows up with a horse, or dozens of them.â
âThis means a lot to me. How can I thank you, Mr. Dixon?â
âBy calling me Jake, for heavenâs sake.â
She started to protest, then her jaws shut. âOkay.â
He let out a long, low whistle. âFinally.â
He held Sidewinderâsâ¦erâ¦Thunderâs reins and lightly touched her arm. âUp you go.â
Jake gave her a gentle push on her cute behind. She landed in the saddle and grinned down at him. âItâs pretty high up here.â
âYouâll get used to it.â He handed her the reins, and she took them. She clutched the saddle horn, her knuckles turning white. âRelax, Beth. Take a deep breath and relax. Thunder wonât do anything stupid.â
She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. âBut Iâm afraid I might.â
âI personally tested him for Wheelchair Rodeo. Heâs a good, calm horse. Just relax and enjoy.â
He showed her how to hold the reins. âIâm just going to lead him around the corral until you get used to the motion.â
âRamon!â He cupped his hands and shouted to a group of cowboys who were watching intently. âAs long as youâre just sitting there looking pretty, would you mind saddling Lance for me?â
One of them jumped down from the fence. âYou got it, bro.â
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Jake continued to walk Thunder around the corral. She noticed that the more they circled, the worse Jake limped. No doubt the loose soil was taking a toll on whatever was wrong with him.
âIâm comfortable now, Jake. I can see you limping. Wait until Ramon brings your horse out.â
âMove forward in the saddle.â
âHuh?â
âMove forward.â
She did, and before she could blink, Jake had swung a leg up behind her and they were both sitting on the saddle. His arms and thighs were tight around her and she felt him snug against her bottom.
She sat up straight and tried to put a breath of air between them, but there was none to be had. She could smell the laundry soap clinging to his shirt and his unique scent, a tantalizing mixture of pine and leather.
He made a clicking sound and moved the reins. Thunder turned and walked, and she felt the animalâs hardness against her, rockingâ¦rockingâ¦
âA couple more times and then weâll take a slow ride on the Chisholm Trail,â 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. âIâd like to ride the Chisholm Trail.â
âWe 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 itâs posted in the bunkhouse. No one can go to the next trail unless I pass them.â
Jake Dixon ran a tight ranch, and against her better judgment she was starting to like him.
But she still wasnât sure she could trust him with her son.
Chapter Four
R amon led Lance over. Jake steered Thunder to the corral fence and got off using one of the slats. He immediately felt better with the pressure of Bethâs body off his groin. If he had spent any more time snug in the saddle with Beth, he would have embarrassed himself.
Beth was watching his every move. He would have thought that she was interested in him, but he knew better. She was taking his measure, and interested in riding Thunder somewhere other than in a circle around the