6
CHARLIE
“We’ll let them be for now,” Clint said. “Whenever you want, we can do an ultrasound and check follicle growth.”
He was walking with me up the hill to the main house for breakfast. The sun had been up for an hour, but it was still early. Still cool. Dew coated the grass.
We’d met at the stable at five-thirty to do the first hand breeding of Seraphina and Eddison, their prized stallion. It had taken less than an hour, and everything had gone as expected. Seraphina was in the pasture grazing, which was like a post-s*x cigarette for horses. Eddison was back in his stall, getting some extra grain for his hard work.
“I’ll do it later today and again tomorrow,” I replied. “I have a spreadsheet.”
He arched a brow, so I continued.
“You talked to my boss.”
“I did.”
“He’s… particu
