Barbara Dunlop: Forever Jake

“Hi,” she returned, swallowing to combat the breathy sound of her voice. Dust didn’t usually turn her on. Neither did sweat, faded jeans or well-worn cowboy boots.

Jake cocked his head sideways, his expression becoming almost hesitant. “So, what did you think of the ride?”

Frightening. Insane. Gorgeous. Sexy. “The horse seemed a bit…frisky.”

Both men chuckled.

“We like ’em that way,” Derek offered.

“To each his own.” Robin wished her pulse rate would return to normal.

“You do know what I do for a living, right?” asked Jake.

“Not exactly.” She forced herself to concentrate on the lone cloud developing above the mountain peak. She knew he raised horses, but hadn’t given much thought to what he did with them in Forever. Tourist trail riding, she supposed. With really healthy tourists.

“I raise rodeo horses.”

“Rodeo horses? In Forever?” Her gaze zipped from the cloud to his face.

“Right here in Forever,” he said.

“Thanks for the demo, buddy.” Derek clapped Jake on the shoulder, releasing a small cloud of dust. Tiny particles clung to Jake’s face, accenting his beard stubble and highlighting the interesting lines crinkling the corners of his charcoal-blue eyes.

“See you later tonight. Nice to meet you, Robin.” Derek headed over to collect the older couple.

Jake waved his friend off with a nod.

He ducked between the fence rails, then straightened and leaned back, crossing his boots at the ankles. His familiar eyes caressed her, sending the pulse in her throat into overdrive. “So, Robin, what can I do for you?”

Several answers immediately blossomed in her mind. None of which she could voice.

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