Making Up for Lost Time by Mychael Black“You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me.”
Chris Buckner spotted a painfully familiar Ford diesel as it pulled up in front of the stable. If he looked in the trailer hitched to the back, a sleek, black Morgan mare would stare back at him. The truck engine shut off, and the driver’s door opened. Unable to look away, Chris watched well-worn brown work boots land on the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust. His gaze traveled slowly up muscular legs encased in faded denim and a toned, broad chest covered in a dark blue T-shirt. A dark brown leather hat topped off a head full of pitch-black hair. Beneath the brim, shaded by sunglasses, were unnaturally green eyes that may—or may not—have noticed Chris. Truthfully, he prayed for the latter.
Nick Stewart
