Smokeshow by Abbi Glines

Author:Abbi Glines
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Abbi Glines
Published: 2023-04-10T00:00:00+00:00

Eighteen

Blaise was an excellent teacher. I wanted to hate him for it. He was arrogant. He was cold. He was beautiful. I could hate him for those three things, if nothing else.

Only once did I notice Saxon while I was out in the lower round pen with Jinx and Blaise. Once I was on the back of Jinx, I found all my attention was focused on not falling off. My trust in Jinx was tested at first, but he seemed to understand my nervousness. He was attentive to my commands, and I relaxed quickly.

Blaise helped me dismount and had me lead Jinx to the stables. No more inappropriate things were said, and he hadn’t touched me again. Relief that he would be leaving and I would have time alone to brush Jinx and start my chores had me smiling as I walked back to the stall.

I heard one of the jockeys call out Blaise’s name, and I didn’t look back to see if he stopped or not. I continued on, not needing any direction on how to do the next few steps. Hopefully, Blaise would get busy and leave without my having to speak to him. He had said something about teaching me to trot in my next lesson, but he hadn’t said when that would be.

While I got Jinx settled in his stall, I praised him for being such a good boy. I liked riding. There was something about it that made me feel centered. Even while the rest of my life was unsure, I had felt as if all was right when I was up there on his back.

I wondered if my mother had felt that way. Was that why she had loved to ride?

Patting Jinx’s side, I stepped around him and out of the stall to go get his brush. He deserved some pampering after all that. I was almost to the tack room when Blaise walked into the stables. His eyes swung from Jinx’s stall to me. I waited to see what he had to say in hopes that he’d say it and leave.

I shifted my feet when he didn’t speak, feeling nervous under his quiet stare. He started walking toward me, and I forced myself not to watch him. It was hard. Unfortunately for females, he was nice to look at.

“You did good,” he said to me before stopping only inches from me.

That was entirely too close. I needed him to back up some. Give me my personal space.

“Thanks,” I replied, barely glancing at him, then focusing my attention on the tack room door.

He stepped closer, and I inhaled sharply. My eyes snapped back to him. One more inch, and our bodies would be touching. The sensation between my legs started up again, and I tried to tell myself to look away from him.

Don’t make eye contact.

It didn’t work. I was locked in.

His eyes dropped from mine to focus on my mouth. He’d done that last night. Less than twenty-four hours, and here we were again.

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