Wedding at Poker Flat by Lexi Post

Author:Lexi Post
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: western romance
Publisher: Lexi Post
Published: 2018-10-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Saturday continued.

Kendra strode toward the barn. Selma hadn’t been seen since her freak-out, but her car was still in the garage. That concerned her. It was time to get to the bottom of the issue and from the few words of Spanish she understood, Jorge was the bottom.

She stepped into the shaded coolness and inhaled the scent of hay and horses. The open areas on each side of the barn were now for grooming on one side and tack and feed on the other. If a monsoon was imminent, they brought the wagon into the grooming bay. Beyond that were six stalls on each side, and ten of them were used on a daily basis, she and Wade agreeing to hold off on more horses until the demand required it. She hadn’t realized how much horses cost to house and feed.

Whistling in one of the stalls caught her attention. The first few stalls were empty, the big Belgians on duty with the wagon and a few out in the corral. As she walked by Sundancer, the horse nickered. She couldn’t resist giving him a pat. “Miss me, huh?” It had been so long since she and Wade had ridden out to their secret cove along the stream and made love. Their office was the setting for most of their sex. She missed being outdoors alone with him.

“Someone here?”

At Jorge’s question, she continued down past the stalls until she found him cleaning out Elsa’s, one of the horses that was out in the corral. The Arabian was smaller than Sundancer and scarred badly from a wildfire, but she was docile and got extra attention from the guests. Again, the wonder at how accepting nudists were of physical imperfections filled her. Why couldn’t she be as confident? “It’s just me.”

“Oh, hola Jefe.” He tipped his white hat with the back of his gloved hand. “What can I do for you?” Jorge stood straight and smiled as he leaned on the shovel he’d been using. He was a thin, shorter man who was probably a few years younger than her mom, but he had no white hair yet. He was also very honorable as attested to by his slightly crooked nose which he got defending her honor.

“We need to talk.”

He lost his smile and leaned the shovel against the wall. As he exited the stall, he opened his arm toward the exit of the barn. “I have two lawn chairs outside. I wouldn’t mind getting out of the smell for a few minutes.”

She turned toward the barn opening, her boots sounding muffled on the wood floor. Once outside, she noticed the lawn chairs and took a seat.

He sat once she did. “You want to know about your mama.”

Surprised by the question, she hid her reaction. “That’s a good start.”

He looked away to respond. “I like your mama. I never wonder what she’s thinking.”

She stifled a chuckle at that.

“It’s refreshing.” He looked back at her. “You know?”

She nodded, not wanting to change his opinion.

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