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CHARLIE
“You’re still the big mama here,” I said to Seraphina the next day, patting her nose and rubbing her flank. “Just because we have eight cute little puppies doesn’t mean you’re not going to have the prettiest foal ever.” I crooned to the horse, who snuffled and nudged me with her nose. “I’m not sure who the baby daddy is for those pups, but I can tell you, Eddison is a stud.”
I smiled.
“Literally,” I added. A stud horse whose job was to knock up unsuspecting mares across the country.
I smiled and fed her some sugar cubes.
My bubble of happiness over seeing the puppies being born—and at having a guy of my own, at least for a short time—popped when my cell rang.
I grabbed it from my bag, saw that it was Dax. I also saw that he’d called before. Not once or twice, but over and
