Chapter Eight
“Janice,” Kyle called to the woman, some distance away, as he pulled up his horse at the edge of the meadow where a clear flowing brook ran. He saw the object of his search, Janice Heath, turn to him with a pleasant smile on her face. He admired her leather clad rear as he watched the woman water her horse in the briskly moving stream.
“Kyle,” she motioned to him to join her. Her face was flushed, she was excited to see him, her thoughts instantly returning to the evening before, when they shared the most interesting moments.
Kyle’s eyes flashed at her darkly, as he stared down at the lovely brunette. His heart was racing and his loins were engaged even though he realized that he didn’t know what he wanted from her. Riding the horse had taken away some of his anger with Br
