Chapter 9
The barn filled with the sounds of Whiskey and Scraps playing a friendly game of tug with an old rope toy. Sarsaparilla lay in the stall doorway watching them with feigned interest. Asher ran a brush over Titan while the stallion munched on hay. He worked on autopilot, his mind far away and altogether occupied by thoughts of Clara. That seemed to be a growing trend as of late, the vet on his mind every time he turned around. And, after last night, there was no denying she turned him on. His imagination had traveled down a rather naughty road until he couldn’t handle the torment and left to take care of business on his own.
It had been some time since he’d been meaningfully intimate with a woman. When he hooked up a few times with a lady just looking for temporary companionship
