“Oh my god, its huge.” Willow took a step back in fear.
“Don’t be intimidated by his size,” Liam said in a soft, soothing voice, that worked well on both the horse, and the woman. “He is the quietest, and gentlest horse in my stables.”
“I thought you said his name was Little John,” she said, her voice mildly accusatory as she stared up at the big black draft horse.
“We thought it was a funny name,” The duke said with a boyish smile and a shrug. “Let me see your hand.”
Willow reluctantly allowed Liam to take her hand and pull her back to the horse. He flattened her palm out and placed it against the velvety-soft nose of the horse. At first she wanted to pull away,, but once she realized he wasn’t going to pull back his lips and bite her with his enormous horse teeth, she was rath
