Breaking Him by Sherilee Gray

Author:Sherilee Gray [Gray, Sherilee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Sherilee Gray, virgin hero, ranch, Entangled, Scorched
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2016-09-04T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

I parked the tractor in front of the barn and jumped down. The feed was getting low, there was no sign of rain, and I still hadn’t heard from Connor Jacobson about the loan extension. It had only been a few days, I guess, but I got the impression he wasn’t in any hurry to help me out, not after that conversation in his office.

Asshole.

Short of stripping and doing a rain dance, I wasn’t sure what the hell I could do.

I walked around the side of the tractor and toward the training pen…and nearly tripped over my own two feet. Ever since I told him about my troubles with the bank, Eli had upped his training schedule with the horses. The mare was doing really well, and I knew without a doubt she’d bring in a pretty penny. Not just as a cow horse, either. She came from good stock, and if her new owner wanted to get her in foal, those foals would bring top dollar. It’s something my dad and I had wanted to do for as far back as I could remember, but we never quite got there. Not when there were bills waiting to be paid. The short-term turnaround always took precedence. It was how we’d kept this place going. Dad, like Eli, had had a way with horses. The two of them, both training and selling, had allowed us to keep this place afloat. Obviously things had slowed after his death, and as happy I was that Eli was helping me out of the bind I found myself in, I didn’t want him blaming himself or working himself into the ground.

Right now he was on his own horse. Gus was a gentle giant like his owner, and his unruffled nature was perfect in the training pen. The mare was giving him the odd sideways glance, but she wasn’t frightened or dancing away when Eli rode near. She was doing great, had come so far in such a short time.

But what had me tripping and stumbling over my boots was the way Eli looked in the saddle. It never got old. He was born to it.

I headed over, the flutter in my belly increasing the closer I got. His jeans and boots were covered in dust, and his blue T-shirt was plastered to his chest and abs as he rode in a wide circle. He’d turned his cap backward, so I could see his face clearly, the way his lips moved as he talked to his horse, the lines crinkling the corners of his eyes when he gently smiled, pleased with something they did. That smile, small as it was, was breathtaking.

But it wasn’t just his smile. It was the whole package. The last few nights we’d spent together had been life-altering. He was still a little unsure, not always trusting his instincts. I was doing everything I could to let him know how amazing he was, that nothing he wanted from me was wrong.

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