Chapter 5
It was pushing late afternoon. When the storm rolled in, Seth ditched his plans for riding, working on the training of an up and coming stallion he’d acquired earlier in the year. Instead, he opted to call it a day, heading up to his apartment above the barn, turning on the radio. Some saw it as a silly place to call home, but he’d designed the entire structure himself and loved every square inch.
Especially the privacy that allowed him to wander about in the buff.
Which was exactly what he was doing when there came a knock at the door. Caught off guard, Seth stood there staring at the slab of wood as though it would tell him who stood on the other side. There was another knock, accompanied by some faint muttering. His curiosity won out.
“Be right with you!” he hollered.
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