Chapter Thirteen
Jarrod turned under the sign with the words Falcon Ridge Ranch and proceeded up the long, bumpy drive. He would need a pickup before long. His BMW wouldn’t cut it on the rutted roads in and around Prairie.
Lexi was waiting on the porch as he approached, boots propped up on the railing, straw hat pulled over her eyes. She looked as luscious and kissable as ever. She dropped her feet and stood, an easy smile lighting her face, as her eyes roamed over his figure. He couldn’t help but flex a little under her perusal. “Like what you see?”
“Let’s see how you do around horses, city boy,” she tossed back. “Then I’ll answer.”
Fair enough. He’d spent the previous evening reading everything he could about riding horses so he wouldn’t make a fool of himself today. He was ready, an
