Chapter Two
JOHN
Jackson needs a boot in his ass. It’s the only thought that fills my head when I saw the horses out of their stables and scattered all around the front pasture of the B&B.
He must’ve left the gate open again, which infuriates me, especially since I haven’t even had my morning coffee first. Fog lines the ground, and my surroundings are coated in an orange hue due to a sliver of sun peeking over the horizon. Letting out a sigh, I walk to the barn, tuck some feed in my jacket pocket, and grab a few lead ropes. It’s cold, considering it’s January, and this is the last thing I want to be doing right now. Actually, the more I ponder on it, Jackson needs two boots in his ass. Just thinking about rounding these horses up alone as he sleeps infuriates me. f**k this!
I storm bac
