Brad finished his shower with a light heart. As he dried his hair he thought of how Hank had included him in the decision to invite Reggie to become a client of Reynolds Quarter Horses. That pleased him the most. But right behind that was Hank’s approval of how Brad had done showing Desi. So he felt pretty damn good as he brushed his blond curls into place and, as requested, put Hank’s silk show shirt back on, leaving it unbuttoned. He could still smell the sweat of the day on the garment.
Brad walked into the bedroom and turned out the light. Greta was curled up asleep in her puppy bed. Hank was lying on his back on the big queen bed. He had his black show chaps on, his legs crossed at the ankles. His half-hard c**k lolled to one side in its nest of thick, dark hair. His black Stetson w
