Just a Taste by T B Bond

Author:T B Bond [Bond, T B]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vanilla Mocha Publishing
Published: 2019-12-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Colt wallowed in a pile of foul-smelling hay. Only the goddess knew when he had changed it last. A week. Two weeks. Maybe three.

He didn’t know or care.

Whenever the last time he went to the garden center. He had hoped to catch a glimpse of Braeden through the filter of customer service. His head had pounded ever since she’d left him at the festival. After two weeks of him nursing the pain as a unicorn, he’d gathered the courage to brave route seventeen to Isle of Wight—to her. At McDonald’s Farm and Garden Center, her scent had been barely a whisper.

The owner had given him the stink eye when he’d inquired after her.

Gone.

Braeden had quit weeks ago, citing personal reasons. The owner had lamented over losing her best damn gardener while the news sledgehammered his heart into a thousand pieces. There had been no way to graft him whole.

Hell, he didn’t even know how he had made it home. But he had. He had shifted into the only form that could handle the agony and laid there.

Braeden left.

She’d left him.

He’d let her go.

Pain spiked through his horn. Then nothing.

“I thought I lost you.”

Colt opened his eyes to see his mother kneeling beside him.

She caressed his muzzle with her cheek. “You’re wasting away, baby, eat something.”

She held an apple under his nose, a Braeburn. A vice gripped his heart as his thoughts turned to Braeden and their last day together. It had been perfect until he’d messed it up.

I’d rather have her, was his last thought before the darkness draped him in a cloak of bliss.

“Catch a falling star. Hide it in your heart. Never let it fade away.”

His mother sang while running her fingers through his mane. His body still ached, but he had a little more energy than the last time, so he didn’t bother to open his eyes. The taste of grit with the hint of apple coated his tongue. Had she poured something down his throat while he’d slept? She’d delayed the inevitable. He was tired. Holding on to him did neither him, nor his mother, any good.

The pain stole his will.

“Colt, you’re better than this. You fought to stay free then you give it all up because of some girl.” His mother sniffled.

Braeden wasn’t ‘some girl.’ She never was—not to him. His attraction to her was the reason he’d distanced himself from her for two years. Except the joke was on him. Braeden had brightened his life the short time he’d spent in her company. Her humor, her easy-going personality, were just a couple of lovable qualities. And damn, that girl knew her way around manure. She was probably the reason McDonald’s Farm and Garden Center had the best mix in the seven-five-seven.

And he used his ‘mommy’ to chase her away like a colt—true to his name. He deserved to be without her.

“I don’t know which is worse, losing you to the wasting from being rejected by your mate or losing you to some poacher later down the line.

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