CHAPTER FOUR
GAVIN
ONE MONTH LATER
“C’mon, Racer. Don’t gimme a hard time today,” I plead with the colt who’s giving me hell about wearing a bridle. He’s a quarter horse, and they are usually the easiest breed to train, but it’s hot as hell, so we’re both agitated. He’s not as wild as the others, which is why I start my days with him.
Maybe it’s not just the heat that’s annoying me.
It’s been a month since I moved to the ranch, and though I’ve settled in comfortably, Maize’s still trying to convince me she doesn’t remember who I am. When we’re in the same place, she actively dodges me as though I have a contagious disease.
And perhaps it pisses me off more than it should, but I’ve never had a woman who wasn’t eager for my attention. She claims to have no memory of our night together,
