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in front of him and approached her.
    “I only had a few beers.” She shrugged, thrusting her hands into the front pockets of her jeans and rocking back on her heels. “That would be considered a light party night for me.”
    “Don’t think I want to know what a hard night would be.” He smiled down at her and her heart did a little extra beat.
    Reaching up on her tiptoes, she gave the rim of his black Stetson hat a tap. “It actually looks pretty good on ya.”
    Chuckling he readjusted his hat. “Well, thank you Ma’am.”
    Laughing, she jerked her head toward the horse. “So, what are you doing?”
    “I was going out for a ride. I always go out on Sunday mornings. Just a little late today.”
    “Oh.” She clucked her tongue off of the roof of her mouth and jerked her thumb toward the house. “Guess I’ll just…”
    “Do you want to come with me?”
    She pulled her lower lip between her teeth. “I’ve never ridden before.”
    “Come on,” he motioned for her to follow him into the stable. “You’re gonna learn today. We just got finished cleaning Chelsea so we’ll saddle her up and you can take her. I’ll show you how to clean them down to prepare them to ride later.”
    “But I don’t know how to ride.” She followed him into the stable. It had eight stalls for the horses and she immediately noticed two more fawn-colored horses she hadn’t noticed the previous couple of days.
    “It’s not rocket science darlin’, I think you’ll do okay.” He grabbed number of items from the wall, passed them to her and then grabbed a saddle, hoisting it up and over his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get her saddled up.”
    With her arms loaded, she followed him out of the stable and over to Chelsea, who was busy grazing. The horse’s head perked up and it eyed them both as they approached, but didn’t move.
    “Pay attention because I’ll be expecting you to do this yourself next time.” He grabbed the saddle pad and began getting Chelsea ready for her, explaining each piece of equipment and why it was important. Samantha watched, but it wasn’t so much the procedure that she was watching as it was Connor. Her eyes scanned his broad, powerful shoulders and down his back. His t-shirt hugged his lean torso and coaxed her eyes to travel lower to his tight ass covered in faded denim.
    She felt a flutter in her stomach and a building of tension between her legs as she watched him. There was no doubt about it, she wanted him. Last night hadn’t been just a passing thing, brought on by alcohol and a fun and romantic setting. The question was, what to do about it?
    Piece by piece Connor removed all of the equipment from her arms until her arms were empty and Chelsea stood before them ready to ride. “There, she’s ready to go. Think you’ll be able to do it yourself next time?”
    Not a chance , she thought, but smiled and nodded saying, “Not a problem.”
    “Good.” He patted the saddle. “Up you go. Left foot in the stirrup and swing your right leg over.”
    She stepped up to the animal and placed her foot in the stirrup. Seeing her uncertainty Connor stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. “Go ahead, I got ya.” His breath teased the back of her neck and she tensed a moment fighting the temptation to lean back into him. “It’s okay.”
    Taking a deep breath in, she pulled herself up, swinging her leg around and settling onto the back of the animal. As she boosted herself up, Connor’s hands slid down and across her bottom and back of her thighs; the tension between her legs intensified. How would his hands feel running along her naked body? Sure and confident, she had no doubt.
    She inhaled sharply, forcing her desire down.
    “You’re all right. Don’t worry,” Connor said, confusing her sharp inhale as fear rather than what it really was.
    “Thank you.” She smiled down at him and their gazes locked. There was no confusing the look he gave her and she knew the previous