7
Dex’s smile changed to a leer. “I don’t put my sperm in a vial.” He didn’t say more, although obviously he was making a point by what he didn’t say. As if I didn’t know where he put his sperm. “Our stallions are some of the best and their sperm…semen is put in vials. We provide stud services to other ranches who want superior bloodlines in their quarter horses by bringing their mares here to be inseminated. We also ship semen to ranches around the world when it’s too far to travel.”
“So it’s likely I ended up with a vial that was to be shipped out?”
“Where did you find it?” He ran his hand over his mustache.
I looked at the snap buttons on his shirt. “Um, in a garden gnome.”
Dex’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
I looked him in the eye. “I bought the gnomes at a garage sale.”
Noddi
